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porter
“I’ll carry it myself. Don’t worry your little head.” She spoke to me as if I were a child– no, she spoke as if she wanted to speak to me like that. It came off more as a petulant attempt to one-up an ex-lover.
I’d never met this woman in my life.
Posted By Annie P On 08.18.2012 @ 9:24 pm
holder
“Cup holders. They hold more than cups sometimes.” “Very astute.” “I found melted chocolate over here in mine.” “Well don’t eat it!” “You’re not even looking at me!” “I don’t need to look to confirm you’re a grade-A dumbass!”
Posted By Annie P On 07.24.2012 @ 8:32 pm
sonar
If I call out for you when I’m blind, will I hear your form come back to me? You never would let me touch you; can I call out to you instead? Is it alright, if I touch you with these words?
Posted By Annie P On 07.17.2012 @ 2:46 pm
bandages
I don’t know how many bandages I’ve wrapped around my shoulders– I dislodge them often, from jumping at shadows, cringing at banshees, trying to catch myself when I fall since no one else will do the catching for me. They don’t bleed, but I like to think the wrapping holds me together.
Posted By Annie P On 07.12.2012 @ 4:20 pm
adviser
I should probably get someone to help me with this, I thought as the papers fell out of my hand onto the ground, spilling across and getting in the way of some very important people. I should also get an adviser for the divorce, I think.
“You’re getting divorced?”
I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, in front of the cause for said divorce.
Posted By Annie P On 07.11.2012 @ 5:18 pm
suggestion
You should probably shut up, she said. Just a suggestion.
He stared at her. The whole room stared at her. She could feel all their eyeballs moving to angle themselves at her, and she squirmed.
Stop with the squirming! she squeaked.
It’s just you, he said. Ya loon.
Her arms akimbo, she stared him right in the eye. I am /not/ a bird.
Posted By Annie P On 07.10.2012 @ 6:05 pm
overalls
your overalls are faded and hide just the right parts of you, no talk of genitalia, I mean the scars and farthest parts of your sadness. I am hearing your tears between the heartbeats, like a steady patter of rain when I’m thirsting, thirsting for you.
Posted By Annie P On 07.07.2012 @ 3:02 pm
railroad
The last time they met was on the train. He didn’t expect her. She didn’t expect him. Though, had they been expecting it, they would’ve both known she’d break into tears.
“You’re supposed to be gone.”
“I know.”
“Why couldn’t you stay that way?”
“I don’t know.”
He wants to touch her shoulder, but, just like that windy October day years ago, his fingers only hover over a ghost.
Posted By Annie P On 07.03.2012 @ 8:52 pm
motion
We’re biking, everything’s a blur, or rather, blurring. The wind isn’t wind anymore, but speed. My heartbeats are loud inside my head. The trees move together, but the blue remains blue. That’s what I’ve always loved about the sky. I feel a strange emotion, knowing you’re somewhere close to me, and laugh.
Posted By Annie P On 07.02.2012 @ 9:36 am
chills
the almost touch you never put on my shoulder still gives me chills, and did I tell you, how ill I am, so sick, so wretched I could retch from the weights inside me why didn’t anyone tell me why didn’t anyone stop me i’m in love i’m still in love and it’s so cold.
Posted By Annie P On 06.30.2012 @ 11:03 pm
saturday
The ball thuds against the ground and I groan. “Goddammit,” I mutter as the members of the other team cheer and laugh.
“Six-nine,” Marco says. “Seis-nueve.”
Jaime walks over as I roll onto my back and extends a hand. “Next one.” His tone is firm.
I nod. Not this time.
Posted By Annie P On 06.29.2012 @ 9:58 pm
soups
He picks up the empty bowls on the table, one by one, but drops the last one. The last dregs of soup spill out on the floor. He thinks of the Rorschach tests, how useless they were, and then remembers the way he used to watch the clouds grow at sunset. A better way to test the mind, he thought. Cloud-watching.
Posted By Annie P On 06.25.2012 @ 10:52 pm
seeds
“I’ve never wanted to be pregnant,” she said as she dropped a handful of seeds into the first of six small, deep holes. “Have you seen any of those videos, read anything about the process? Horrifying.”
“I guess,” I agreed.
“You’re imagining these seeds as sperm, aren’t you.” Statement, not a question.
I shrugged and grinned sheepishly.
Posted By Annie P On 06.24.2012 @ 10:00 pm
racket
The tennis rackets tumbled to the floor. I picked one up, grabbed a length of hair, and began to thread it through.
She stared at me. “Whatever are you doing?”
“Don’t you know? I’m a mermaid.”
Suddenly, she laughed. “Like Ariel.”
“Yes,” I said, grinning. “Like a sprite.”
“Oh now you’re changing movies.”
Posted By Annie P On 06.11.2012 @ 9:48 am
entrée
“What are you ordering?” “I don’t know.” “Buddha Bowl?” “Buddha Bowl.” “Why’d I even ask?” “I don’t know.” “You’re so boring with your stupid entrees.” “I know.” “But I love you anyway.” “I know.”
Posted By Annie P On 04.22.2012 @ 4:41 pm
brunch
I reached over the table to grab the marmalade, and she swatted at my arm. “Manners,” she murmured.
“I’m not some sort of fly,” I grumbled back.
Her eyes seemed to disagree with me. So I decided to stop pretending.
“What? You’re pregnant with *whose* child?” I said, loudly, clearly.
She swatted at my head this time.
Posted By Annie P On 03.08.2012 @ 8:22 pm
adopt
She adopted a new manner of dress– gone were the long-sleeved, black lace ensembles, the thick black boots, the dark and smudgy eyeliner. She slipped into the crowd easily, no more than a nice cardigan and denim most days. And her friends were angry, so angry.
Posted By Annie P On 02.09.2012 @ 10:07 pm
orbit
The station orbits the Earth, as it always does. And Mari is in her room, observing yet another explosion down below– from the United States again. She has always been surprised by the fact that it held on to its name, when it had so clearly ballooned into an empire. For show, she supposes
Posted By Annie P On 02.06.2012 @ 9:00 pm
cabin
The cruise ship makes her sick. She walks back and forth on the deck, breathing carefully. Her little brother emerges from his cabin and stands a distance from her. She is not sick from the movement. There is something lurking in the cabin, on the ship, something she cannot escape from.
Posted By Annie P On 01.27.2012 @ 7:14 pm
collar
He’s working a white-collar job, but sometimes he forgets, like when he steps back into the playroom of his grandparent’s house. The world spins a little. It grows hot. He pulls at his blue collar, and remembers the times when Grampa Allen would burst through the door, snatching him up after a long day’s work at the fields.
Posted By Annie P On 01.26.2012 @ 7:50 pm
beehive
I couldn’t help staring at it. “You’re like Marge Simpson,” I blurted.
She tilted her head. “That’s always nice to hear. People usually say I look like Katy Perry and Amy Winehouse’s love-child.”
I shrugged. “That works too, I guess. But your face looks like a poodle’s.”
She stared at me. I shrugged again.
Posted By Annie P On 01.25.2012 @ 7:32 pm
hinge
The hinge clatters to the floor, a moment after the resounding thud of the old door. Charlie starts chuckling. “That’s weird.” He picks it up, eyes it for a moment, and then throws it out the window. They hear it make a sharp noise as it contacts with Darla’s car roof.
“So I’m thinking about moving out of here,” he says. “Without you.”
Posted By Annie P On 01.24.2012 @ 4:43 pm
fences
He’s running his pencil along the white picket fence, and he wonders, “If you unroll a bicycle tire along a playing card, does it sound like this?” It does.
Birds chirp. It is sunset.
He is lost.
He sits down and waits hopefully for his mother’s voice.
Posted By Annie P On 01.22.2012 @ 8:04 pm
bellow
The child stands at the top of the slide, glaring down at us. “WHY WON’T YOU GO AWAY?” He bellows, tears springing to the edges of his dark eyes.
I look back up at him. “Because we don’t know how,” I say.
He stares at us for a long while before he slides down into her arms.
Posted By Annie P On 01.16.2012 @ 1:18 pm
lilies
She eased herself down slowly, letting her back sink down into the water, and dropped her head back. She could feel the lilies drifting in and out and around her hair. Inhaling deeply, she kept going. There was no turning back. And he would sit there, months later, wondering where she was now.
Posted By Annie P On 01.08.2012 @ 3:04 pm
bridge
He plunged the sword deep, and blood rushed out from underneath the ribcage. He looked away, wishing he had another pair of arms to cover his ears. He did not want to hear the breathing, the words, so he listened to water rush underneath the bridge instead.
Posted By Annie P On 12.30.2011 @ 7:17 pm
scar
She ran her hand over the light almond-shaped scar on my knee. “It looks like a lemon,” she whispered, leaning in closer.
I laughed. “I think it’s more of an almond.”
She kissed it, and a tear darted down my calf.
Posted By Annie P On 12.18.2011 @ 1:46 pm
profound
“I don’t have anything to say,” he mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
She smiled. “I’m sure you have something to do.”
“I don’t.”
She pushed him into the sight of twenty kindergarten-age children. He stared at them. Then he said, “One day you will learn that you can spell words you’ve never heard of before.”
Posted By Annie P On 11.02.2011 @ 7:31 pm
epiphany
The choir resounded through my head. “Huh.”
She looked over at me, crossing her legs and popping a lollipop in her mouth. “What?”
For a moment, I stared at the grimy ceiling, without saying anything. “She’s my mother.”
“Yes,” was her response. She stood up and examined her outfit in the mirror.
Posted By Annie P On 11.01.2011 @ 9:32 pm
