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In later stages of the experiment, there was little to distinguish the personalities of man and dog, wolf and wolfman, shark and man. Read the rest of this entry »

When we were dating, I thought it would end when we got married. I thought I could solve the secret of his unhappiness. Then we got married and it didn’t end. When we had our baby and it didn’t end, I knew it would never end but I didn’t leave. Read the rest of this entry »

Unhappiness! She talked about it as if it were a disease we could die from instead of what it is. A mood. The body’s own weather. I don’t have to tell you marriage can be stormy. Read the rest of this entry »

People should have to get a license before they get married and go around having kids. My parents would never pass the test. Maybe the written. They talk like they understand. Read the rest of this entry »

His mother never wanted him, but at his most notorious he was the second (and the eighth) most wanted man (also the eleventh, but beyond the tenth, he couldn’t be bothered) in the state where he lay hiding, parenthetical, practically invisible. Read the rest of this entry »

If ghosts could kill themselves, they would. I have it on good authority. They long to be here or there. Neither body nor yet pure light, they are shadows on the houses they lived in. Read the rest of this entry »

Stepping from the long car outside his office building, he straightened the crease of his trouser leg, freeing it from the tongue of his shoe, and turned toward the private entrance. The freed leg flapped like a filling station pennant. Read the rest of this entry »

They are prejudiced, the cabbies in town. Because the sun has risen every morning in memory, they expect it to dawn during this shift, too, and dawn again one minute earlier each day until the solstice, then later again each morning like the year before. Read the rest of this entry »

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