I’m coming back from the grocery store about 9pm when she texts me she needs the car all week. Won’t tell me why. The next time she texts me it’s 1:30am and she had just called me frantically to mess with me, ended the call in a furor. In the text she claims the babyContinue reading “wheelsonthebus”
Author Archives: lucgringo
what miracle
Each week a new struggle emerging from the constant chaos. something dark in her severe beautiful expression that separates us, keeps her and us from healing.O, bring us back to some place in our hearts when we could see things as if each of us were human:And if it was never good, how did weContinue reading “what miracle”
coconut
do you remember back when you first were gone so long i stacked the empty cartons of coconut water in the corner of the ultramarine bedroom til they toppled overhead i sent you a dead butterfly i found preserved with modpodge in an envelope and you loved it in its petrified beauty back before weContinue reading “coconut”
PTI4TMI
Her figure a shadow in the dark of the room behind him: what are you doing? Nothing. Show me your phone. No. She thinks it’s something worse than it is. Lewd videos perhaps. A text to a girlfriend. She grabs the phone. He knows what he’s written won’t please her. He knows in any caseContinue reading “PTI4TMI”
hellofaday
Started with the solemnity of their dysfunction from overnight: when he brought his swollen member out at first she said ‘stop’ but after the usual rituals he’d grown accustomed to she had exposed herself and rolled over, opened her legs, kissed him back hard, came twice. Only after they were well into the afternoon did theContinue reading “hellofaday”
Last Resort
No one ever thinks it will come to this one thinks 6000 miles from home crying to one’s parents on the phone— The reassurances the same as they always are but this time something sticks different The sun broils and nights come quick after six— They leave with one’s daughter as if they don’t oweContinue reading “Last Resort”
Double Vision
The corners of the eyes hade become open ground for apparitions. Figures emergerd out of empty rooms and turned back into hanging linens, furniture, a shelf on the wall. One morning he wakes up, fully alert, hallucinating his wifes voice beside him asking ‘so how’s it going at work?’ He knows shes asleep and notContinue reading “Double Vision”
Weeping to “While my guitar…”
Dropped you off at the airport for the tenth time this week. Song came on on the ride back to our house. Using these pronouns while I still can. Don’t want the end of this thing we made to be any more imminent than I do any other kind of doom. Do you really thinkContinue reading “Weeping to “While my guitar…””
bit of a lyric
Playing this game called reality I’m virtually free: From my fingers to my toes feeling things gettin digital…
Angel in blue
A week ago, over the top branches of the trees two blocks away, the flicking linear beeline of a hummingbird out to enjoy the uncommonly warm weather. The darting, pausing path discloses the species even without the need for binoculars. It brings back the times they’ve flown so close as to see their spectacular greenContinue reading “Angel in blue”
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