That night we fought about his wife. We were drunk. He had to buy the beers because I was only eighteen.
I waited on the beach for a while, watching the sun set in slivers where the clouds separated. When I went inside the chill of the room shocked me.
Kicking in Malibu
My skin is hot and bumpy, my hair hurts where it is attached to my scalp. There is a growing fire in my chest and I feel like it’s burning me from the inside out.
“The Santa Ana” by Joan Didion
The Pacific turned ominously glossy during a Santa Ana period, and one woke in the night troubled not only by the peacocks screaming in the olive trees but by the eerie absence of surf. The heat was surreal.
New Mexico, 35 degrees.
It’s nights like these that I can’t stop thinking about you and those deserted middle of the night Albuquerque roads. There was a dive bar where we drank Bohemia and tequila shots and played on a pool table with ripped felt. It was impossible to make a straight shot. It was freezing outside. I didn’t…
I feel rubbed raw lately, nerve endings exposed and torn. It’s the kind of pain that makes me avoid the newspaper and television. When I’m tired I remember what worked: the dope, the drinks, the hospital. “How’s your spiritual fitness?” She asks. And, “Go to a meeting. Help someone.” I will. I trust her. I…
En route to San Diego, Amtrak
So much nostalgia, all the time. It’s overwhelming. I want to live everywhere.
Glitter Gulch – in progress
As soon as the bus left Los Angeles I felt freer, like I could breathe more easily. I leaned my head against the window and watched the landscape change as we drove east. Miles of desert were punctuated with dry brush and trees. Hills made of red and brown rocks rose out of the…
Longest dream ever.
I tried to work it out “Inception”-style, but when I woke up, you were still dead.
Remember being seventeen in that coffee place across the street from the bookstore when he told you it couldn’t happen again, and you said if he changed his mind to let you know. How he went down on you in that cheap motel in Ensenada with your friend in the other bed and it felt…