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I am that pillow in the couch-corner, red-faced and ready to lose its tassles. Those filmy letters from the newspaper still haunting your green-veined hands—that’s me. Twenty-four colors of countertop, three-inch squares strung together on a link chain. I am in your unconscious pretty little head. Buy a few drinks; put a buck or two […]

14 years ago

Screen Test

Give me a whiskey, ginger ale on the side. Fiddle-dee-dee. There’s no place like home. Would you be shocked if I put on something more comfortable? You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night. Say where are the Harlows of yesteryear? And don’t be stingy, […]

14 years ago

Playing the Field

You liked the way I wore short skirts bare-legged with Doc Martens or motorcycle boots. I liked the way your shoulders sprawled from under a teeny ribbed undershirt. “You should let me take you out,” you said. “You should let me take you in,” I should have said. Instead, I half-shrugged, half- smiled, crooked as […]

14 years ago