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In Cahoots with Tuesday
The two of them, They’re in ‘cahoots’ If you know what I mean, They sue Nigerians For cars, get pants Cleaned by Koreans They bitch of Mandatory minglers, Investors unseen, Some call it Toronto, They...
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My First Bar Friend
Sometimes I see him on the street, and our eyes will meet briefly before darting away, the way you look at that girl you hooked up with that one time and it was totally weird and you never talked to...
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Things We Don’t Talk About
That our blood tastes like pennies. That we know what pennies taste like. That last night’s corn is floating in the toilet. That asparagus smell. That I don’t love you. Filed under: poetry Tagged:...
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The Regulars (part I)
“Nine-year-olds?” “Yeah, nine-year-olds. How many?” Mike tapped his index finger on the bar, as if that would hasten my answer. He sat perched on the stool, hunched like a gargoyle, craning his ear so...
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The Regulars (part II)
(click here for part one) Another Saturday night at McGinty’s. This time at least we had the pretense of celebrating the birthday of another esteemed patron at the bar. Although none of us could quite...
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Day 7
Friday night. Everyone’s at Happy Hour. They better be my goddamn friends again in three months. All we do together is drink and play Smash Brothers, and no way I’m picking up a controller with the...
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The Call
THREE FRIENDS (”B,” “C,” and “D”) stand in a circle, laughing and drinking and generally enjoying themselves, as friends are wont to do. “A” stands downstage from the group, talking on a cellphone A...
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The Regulars (part III)
Fresca Tortilla on Ditmars had the best Mexican food in Queens. Well, it probably wasn’t the best by any sort of strict culinary standard; but it was our favorite. The owners were Mr. and Mrs. Wong, a...
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The Regulars (part IV)
I was thinking about bringing up Nicole. I had decided that I shouldn’t let this rare opportunity pass. And since Jenny’s a girl, maybe she could give me some pointers on how best to approach a...
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Distracted
His gazing at the succession of light poles was interrupted by a jolt in his arm. “Punch-buggy green,” Nick said. “Ow, what?” Tony rubbed his stinging tricep. “Are you serious? And that wasn’t even...
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