My work building used to be a synagogue. There are still prayer tapestries on the high walls and once a year it fills for worship. Preparations are under way. The second floor is City Hall. It’s packed full of people holding gifts (ragdolls and plush toys, action figures and games), waiting for their favorite celebrity […]
Tag: shoes
standing before a fence in the dark. there’s a woman in the clearing wearing a green sari. I feel drawn to her. I have to figure out how to get to her. flying through the air. i’m on track to land in the clearing when something goes wrong. i know i’m going down. i take […]
sitting in the back of my dad’s old jeep, he’s talking to a friend he’s just met. we’re in france for one of his conferences that i hate. bored out of my mind and annoyed by the male conservativism that rules these places. this guy is going on and on. “God’s money?! Ha!” he scoffs, […]
i gave brett a present. it was a game he had been wanting. but when he opened it and pulled out the controller and the floppy disc, i stopped him and realized my mistake. i had gotten him an xbox game. he needed playstation. how could i be so stupid? i took it from him […]
men’s pointy leather shoes stuffed with… something. money? beans? i don’t know. a cassette tape including the last words of my husband. he died in a helicopter fire. the government set him up. i was going to prove it. aethy’s husband discovered it in my belongings and said “this is your husband?’ yes. “does she […]
in some kind of dormitory. once again all wood, floors, walls, ceiling fans… it was beautiful and spacious. it was also a psych facility. everyone there was a little nutty, myself included. a man came to visit me. the same handsome devil from a previous dream. he asked me to go for a ride with […]
i bought new chucks, black ones, and took the bus to work at a bar. i was a hostess or open mic host or something. but it was really fucking dark in there and the booths were all painted black. i couldn’t find one of my shoes after work and i was the only one […]
forgetting what day it is and realizing i’m in michigan on monday instead of at work. big, big, beautiful storm clouds. the perfect drum that amplified even the softest touch or scratch. everything about it was thin and light. in the hotel room, a party of old ladies enters our room and has a tea […]
had turner and hooch dreams. but instead of a dog, it was a baby panda eating all of our shoes.
