the tricks It was the magic tricks that might have won me over. You have to work and so I meet him at Bethesda fountain. You’ve only known me a month and aren’t sure why I keep going out with strangers that I meet online. You don’t understand, I should never be left alone for too long. It’s why I live in midtown. He’s paranoid from the start, so I know he’s cheating on someone already. “No, sorry, no phone numbers. Yeah, my...
“Drinking your own urine is the actually the cleanest thing you can do, it’s like an elixir.” I’m having dinner with a Greek classical pianist. Another craigslist connection. He’s tall, how I like. Decent style. Dark hair, deep hazel eyes. We’re both replacements. I’m here to replace his ex-wife, he’s here to replace you. But neither of us will talk about that. “And enemas,” he continues, even though I’d really like him...
We’re in love by our third martini. Mine dirty, his with a twist. There is an excitement knowing how fast and temporary this will be. The waitstaff are talking about us. When he leans in closer to hear my voice more clearly, I smell violets and cigarettes on his collar, and lemon vodka on his breath. I subtly swoop toward him and we briefly touch cheeks. His skin is as soft as the summer atmosphere around us and the dim streetlights above. We...
You told me to write you a story. “I want it to be true, baby. I want you to tell me the truth about the things that you do.” You don’t know a thing about what I do. All you know is what I tell you. And over the past two weeks, since you responded to my craigslist ad, I’ve told you random things. Banter. “It’s interesting that you’re a surgeon, I manage a hedge fund. There aren’t a lot of women in finance. Isn’t it important to...
pattern disruption I met you in the winter on my third day of Vivaldi’s Summer. I tend to find ways in my mind to disrupt ordinary patterns; like the dreary push that a cold New York City day in January might bestow upon a soul. Summer helped that. Vivaldi usually solves most of my problems. I was writing when we met. I told you I was on my second drink that day, when it was really my fifth. You sat next to me at the bar and asked what I was...