Jack is more popular than anything I have ever written about, so I just wanted to make sure you know where he is if you need to find him.
Garden Hose Girl
I watch you with the dirt in your hair and think about how I would love to take you out back and rinse you nice and clean. You’ve got that curly hair that never lets go of anything. I can see it holding onto bits and pieces of earth from spending the whole day in the fields. We don’t have many of them around here in the city, but it looks like you’ve managed to find any patch of...
You move too quick for comfort.
Maybe it is your fault for loving her. Yours. Yes, you. You, fiddling with the withering strap of your watch, and missing your stop on the subway line. It is your fault for staring through subway compartment windows and not really looking at anything. It’s not as though you don’t know how to look at things. You look at her very carefully. You were watching her only moments ago....
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I did something terrible.
Pour cement into the room where I am waiting, Jack. I opened the door when you had warned me that leaving the window ajar was enough of a risk. But it was so lonely that I could not resist. I let the people in and they insisted on moving all of the furniture around until I was dizzy. Did I tell you that the divan is up against the wall now? It is up against the wall where nobody can ever see its...
Wouldn't you like to know what it is like to be a...
Jack, you are the most beautiful thing I know: a spot of activated charcoal at the center of a vial of strychnine; an impossibility. You are the antidote and the poison at the same time — life rolled into the center of death. And you were just brimming with life today. You filled your car with flowers and drove it here. I saw the colours through the windows like an impressionist painting in...
We ate a dinner of only tangerines. You kept saying that you wanted plums too, and I said that it wasn’t the right season for that. Even though I did not know a single thing about the seasons that fruits belong to. We were planning to go to the supermarket tomorrow morning, pulling along some vague dreams of making fruit salad along in our grocery trolley. We were waiting for a knock on the door....
The patio had a sliding glass door. If you left it unlocked on your way out, you could get back in the house making barely a sound. I remember how the door had gripped soft into place as I left it unlocked behind me that night. I don’t remember what day it had been - it could have been any anonymous summer day. Maybe it’s careless of me to say, but I think the summer looks the same...
Everybody's been asking me about you.
In the last half hour before I would have been saved anyway, safe and inside, I found myself knocking on your door. You let me in. I told you about how I had locked myself out of my own house and nobody had been inside to open the door for me. I asked whether you’d let me kill some time in your apartment until I could find some place to be, and you said nothing because you never do. I ended...