He can have small feet, as long as he can carry his own weight, lurch, shuffle, flex, beat ride heel-to-toe. Her grandfather was a Fred Astaire clone, stiff-faced in intimate mirrors, demanding as a choreographer on low-budget. She would love to dance with a drunken sailor in her bedroom, as long as he is full […]
He came back from Peru, alone for the first time, and a few weeks later the doctor showed him magnified, gross-out pictures of heaps of coiled worms and even closer pictures of circular mouths lined with bristling teeth, and she said in a narrow pitch that, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have these for the rest […]
Things aren’t as they seem, so much so that when Paul says, “That’s the most crack-pipe-looking crack pipe I’ve ever seen,” I know what he means.