--I DREW A MAP OF MARITIUS WITH YOUR NAME SKETCHED ON IT
…Hey
Hot Stuff, Happy Friday.
There’s
an online magazine called Nailpolish Stories.
They only publish stories that are exactly 25 words long (excluding the
title) and whose title is a nail polish color, of which there are thousands.Here are ten I had published a while back:
Nailpolish Stories
Limo Scene
Her
wrist corsage scratched, Pop Rocks exploding against her hot breath. She said, “You kiss like a spaghetti
monster,” but made me a man anyway.
Nude
Beach
We
swam naked in black water. The moon bent
something inside me. She went under,
never came up. Now I walk the sand
nightly, waiting.
Lady
Like
I
used to study them-- bright bruises the color of mustard and plums, shaped like
continents or crafty creatures—mother’s artwork on a flesh canvas.
Room
With a View
On
the ship’s deck we disrobed. Dolphins
dove below us. Voyeur clouds and a lone
gull were our only witnesses, the baby blooming inside you.
Angel
Food
Like
a too-fat ballerina in your bouncy seat, you claimed the air, gurgling, just twelve
months old, already the giddy thief who stole my heart.
Walk
Down the Aisle
Friends
suggested getting high, thick socks for cold feet. “Check the exit,” they said. “we’ll be waiting.”
But
you were the best thing.
Still
are.
Rock
Candy
She
was heavy, but mine, clinging to me like a life raft while little Michael sang
“Ben,” my first kiss a cave I fell through.
Naked
Truth
The
strap was leather, long, dyed black, with tooled scrolls of cactus and
bulls. The buckle hurt the most. My father, he could really swing.
Café
Forgot
Spider
web hair, false teeth and a cigarette stitched in her hand even with an oxygen
tank. This
woman
who made me less than whole.
Innocent
The
baby looks preposterous, huge watermelon head, shrimp-sized torso. All my crimes come to roost, me thinking,
Sins of the father, the doctor saying, “Sorry.”
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