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I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

When the light failed she listed all the places he might find her.

All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.

The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.

We put effort into making things that No Man would ever think of creating.

I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.

He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.

I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.

If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.

Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.

Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.

We fed our dreams inevitable sins, the kind you lie about till you grow mean.

I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.

I will make my own man I will stitch together a coat of drunk minks

Bright rot laces the air, light sharpens each leaf. On our way to fallow, fire.

There is something on my mind rushing up as river in a locked car.

The next time we made love, I looked for the fox looking down at me.

It’s like his bottom half is not man but a strong horse.

The girls got drunk, danced to Russian karaoke under disco-light glitz.

We’re stuck floating around on the surface of our lives like kids in a pool.

Best-selling author Melanie Gideon reads from her novel Wife 22.

The light is like a benediction. My husband reaches for my hand.

My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.

Appearance does not really appear, but it appears to appear.

The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.

won’t you celebrate with me that every day has tried to kill me

There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.

You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

“Fuck you,” I said, but it was hard to say it with any meaning.