I Wish I Could See
I wish I could see without little plastic circles floating on my pupils. I wish I could see the clock radio. I wish I could see the book I’m reading in bed. I wish I could see the person I’m in bed with. I wish I could see the door, the bathroom mirror, the light […]
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It is almost spring. I know this because I can smell the rivers that border New York, fishy and briny and coming alive again. Also because an intensely bright light falls across my bed between the hours of eight and nine in the morning. I think my first floor window is aligned with the sun […]
Read MoreRubber Ducky, You’re the One…
I take it all back. The commie sex fiend liberals are ruining this country. If a person fondly remembers her childhood bathtimes, if a person feels a special connection in particular to the Sesame Street character of Ernie, if a person still sings all the time the entirety of the song, “Rubber Ducky, You’re the […]
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