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To hell with it, we were spinning wheels, doing ninety on the highway with the snowy plains spread out before us like a blank page. Chicago receded into the clouds at our backs. We turned the heat on full blast and rolled down the windows. The radio was blaring, but the sound of the highway and the winter wind overwhelmed everything. Braden smoked fiendishly, cigarette after cigarette and held them between his lips while the wind whipped the ash from the cherry tip and out into the world. He ...

Chapter One I kissed my wife goodbye for the last time and I felt nothing at all. I was too busy thinking about the cab idling in the driveway. I was thinking about the nine-twenty from Miami to D.C. I was thinking about the fucking layover, the second flight up to New York. I was thinking of the worthless manuscript in my bag. I was thinking about the traffic, the bland taste of airline food, the in-flight movie, Jesus fucking Christ, anything but the barefooted woman in her terry cloth robe...

The Peepshow The wedding was just a few weeks away, close enough that we could hear the church bells toll and feel the spray of rice against our faces. To me, it felt the same as the frozen drizzle that seemed to occur daily in Seattle, so much that a person never stopped to wonder if the tomorrow would be any other way. Then Sarah started acting out of character. She watched these talk shows with guests who convinced her that I was just not that into her. She had even made a phone call to he...

Relocations i. The fixtures recede, the vacant flat deflates. No more scratched furniture, hung pictures or signs of the living. All that was divided was stained by the ever circling, setting sun. Horizons forever sent floods upon the paint-sticky and naked walls (that caught our sighs and wasted breath, to give them back again and again) in waves of ironic red and rose and finally crowning royal blue. ii. The ball dropped without the glitter, all was false, and facts were factious. Our fract...

Sunburn Last Sunday basking in the sunlight that lit me the way you once did, I closed my eyes, fell asleep and awoke to find my newly rose skin blooming raw as I stretched my shoulders and felt reminders of the mornings I ached from burning and distant you.