Trash Day is always an accomplishment: I lug those full, stinking cans to the curb like I’m walking down the red carpet in an underfunded coronation for conquering another week, having spent the last seven days alternating between washing dishes and disarming intercontinental ballistic missiles buried beneath my home state: It was Monday I was … Continue reading The Disarmament
Category: Poetry
My Father’s Late Nights
Flipping between Leno and Letterman, ironing his shirts in his boxers by the glow of far-away soundstages, periodically walking a few feet from the board to the bed to close my eyes with his hand and tell me there’s a hundred bricks all over my body – Your arms are feeling verrrry heavy and suddenly … Continue reading My Father’s Late Nights