Max walks like a horse. His feet are stumpy, clomping against the wood floor. His bones are thick, his muscles, stiff. He loves me with his weight. We sleep on the couch, bodies sinking into one another, his belly as big as my apartment. Max purrs. He is content. He rubs his face against the back of my head, biting my curls. One day I will buy a goldfish just to spite him. He will watch...
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Cars Do Terrible Things
In LA, cars do terrible things like, not work. One day, the head light goes out, the next day you need to order a special part because your car is from Korea, but 2005 Korea and Autozone doesn’t carry parts for that year or that place. Then, all the sudden, you’re driving a death trap because the engine fails on the freeway. And, to top it all off, you just converted your car to run...
Will Forte Loves Me
Will Forte comes into our office. I am sitting in for the receptionist. He asks me where the bathroom is. I tell him. He loves me. He loves me immediately. We have babies right on the spot. Right there…like immediately. It just happens. Then, Will Forte goes to the bathroom. When he comes back he says, “Thanks.” I say, “No problem,” then wink…like...
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