Can I reel him in like a
fish and if I catch him
will I keep him or throw
him back in?
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Karyn Eisler
celebrating the extraordinary in the ordinary
Can I reel him in like a
“Buy me a soda,” barked Methuselah.
My friend Laura comes to Los Angeles. She drove from New York with her new boyfriend, Isaac. Says a pheasant flew through their back window in Idaho. We walk to Fazzi’s to shoot pool. Issac is British, says things like balls and cheers, mate. He kicks our asses, using strategy like a pro. When he uses the “loo” I ask Laura if he’s circumcised. She whacks me over the head with her cue stick.
curbside spa --
twentyten tipping point:
Imperious seagull turns
his head as if on a pivot, and shits. The harbor
is now his.
new glasses: all of my mistakes now painfully clear
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d. f. tweney