My Mother in Menopause

Her skin seeps like soup.It’s not a perfect Revlon match,Oils jumping toward the waiterFor a glass of water and the entréeHasn’t even arrived to save her.Do you remember your mum’sFirst sweat at fifty, like a tableclothWas being ripped from her shouldersAnd she could not scream,And she was stiller than a smokingChimney? The secret betweenMothers and daughters is thatWe are the same in too many ways,No…

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Peek-A-Boo Enterprises

Job description: Individual needed for adult baby-themed store where clients can purchase adult-sized diapers, bibs, pacifiers, and other products, as well as purchase special-themed events. Duties include, but are not limited to, feeding, burping, playing with adult-aged clients. Hourly rate + bonus. Management reserves the right to make changes as needed without prior notice. Employees will not be asked to perform duties of a sexual…

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What is Remembered, Lives

We pushed an air conditioner strapped to a metal dolly all the way uptown. We opened two bottles  of beer by the window, sat cross-legged on an unfolded yoga mat, tapped the cold tips together  under the sharp flow of air. Finally, we thought.  I don’t remove the air conditioner after you leave the city. The window remains clamped down; a mouse caught in a…

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A Nearness that Sustains

My wife’s hometown of Woodview, Pennsylvania lies an hour west of Centralia, a place we pass on the drive in from John F. Kennedy Airport. “It’s been on fire for over sixty years,” Amber explains. “Centralia is basically abandoned now…there are only five or six people left who refuse to leave. My parents used to tell me about it growing up.” I glance over at…

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