Blisters

I made a round at Duane Reade to buy four critical things: hair dye to make me blonde again, as this was pulling at my mood, advil for the headache, and some of those little gel pads for blisters which are the best things in the world. I would still be at church on time. […]

16

The psychiatrist on the 16th floor has a small black fluffy dog. She lives and works in this impossibly glamorous building which is, past its prewar lobby and doormen, quite shabby: tape holding down wires to a camera, the land line, the floor is worn, the furniture moved in about 1970, never moved again. This […]

Rock

My version of hell is God tells me He needs to talk to me in His office next week. Maybe a month, but I think a week would be bad enough. That day He calls me into His office and folds His hands. “Hi,” I say. “Hi.” He looks at me hard. “What can I say? […]

Dinosaurs

I had to get in, I had to go to bed. I was locked out, but now I had my clean laundry, and I had to get in. The wheels are worn off into two centimeter remnants of two inch wide wheels, and I was pulling toward I didn’t know what. While I had been […]