Thrift
She had one good set of clothes, one blanket, one chair.
Push/Pop
Microfiction, poetry, and mischief.
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Text Messages from the Mall Food Court Kiosk Where I Am Trying to Order a Chicago-Style Hot Dog
From McSweeney’s Internet Tendency last week.
Palimpsest
The blizzard hit my feed before it hit New York.
Quesadillas in the Hall of Ma'at
It’s not a statistic you’d expected to see after you die, but there it is: ratio of quesadillas made to quesadillas eaten.
P.S. — Ivan Malkovych
This 1985 poem didn't quite work in English until I borrowed a word from The Simpsons.
Excerpt from an Interview with a Self-Identified Dust Mote
Yeah, I guess life before the aliens enlightened us was pretty good.
The One-Page Novel
Was generally well-received; was typeset beautifully on a single sheet of creamy vellum between embossed linen covers; shipped wrapped in cellophane such that mendacious customers could not read it in its entirety while browsing.
What She Doesn't Know
The name of the song her mother hums in the kitchen.
Doubles
I get on the train and you look just like me, or maybe I look just like you.
The Worst Part
I dunno how celebrities live alone in those giant mansions.
Once on a Summer Night with Lobsters
Once every museum and research lab had one, there was nothing to do except eat the rest.