The Red Line

The girl on the 7:19 is missing. The girl you anticipate each dawn’s drive past the Kiss & Cry spot to the lot. The girl whose nails, lips and handbag match. “Matador Red,” she once said in passing. “Perfect— for a Bull Market.” Polish chipped, unlike your fiancé’s flawless French Tips. Today, you’ve summoned the […]

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The Message

The Message Richard Rau is dead— click, disconnect, a dial tone, and I can’t stop crashing into things: the coffee table creeps three inches to kick me in the shin and out of the medicine chest toiletries tumble, Richard Rau is dead— perfume bottles shattering on tile, slivers of glass in my feet, and I […]

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The Handicap

The Handicap Born a salesman, with a slick grin he lies even to his mother. “Truth’s a slut— a filly,” he laughs, that fierce flush in his eyes. “You must take her, break her, keep her mouth shut.” Others do the work, but he always gets his cut. A perfect pitch, master of the bait […]

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