A storm comes that unsettles the sea. Three nights. In the morning, dead gulls on the beach. Over by the sea wall, a dog. The dead dog lies facing the pillars of a bombed-out casino. Above the dead dog, the sky is very dark. It is after the storm, the sea is rough. The spot of wall is empty, the wind lashes against it. The sea carries away the dead dog, the seagulls. The sky grows calm. The unending chain emerges from the refineries. Then the sea. The sun.
From our magazine’s top ten fiction of all time: “I had been playing a game with myself from the moment I left the house. If the next stoplight was red, I would make a U-turn and go home. If the silver sports car passed me, I would keep going. If the terrier puppy I’d seen yesterday in the pet shop window had been sold, I’d turn back. If there were more than three buses parked at the terminal around the next corner, I would go on to her apartment.”
I woke very late the following day, the sun was already up. As I rose from my mat and made to saunter out, I saw a numerous crowd of people armed with cudgels and cutlasses, coming in my direction. It did not even occur to me that it was I whom they were seeking, I had no suspicion at all until they were actually upon me.
As soon as he spied me, he honed in on me without deviation, and pounded towards me. And even though it was true that I felt terror at the sight of him, yet was I determined to show him a thing or two before he eventually killed and devoured me; in my hand, my knife was tightly held.
and often the wind from your mouth is cooling
as I kiss.
It was a kind of experiment and the idea was to find out how much chaos she could cause inside her. The more chaos and noise she could make there, the better.
You said, “I’ll give you three guesses.”
I guessed: a moment,
a wish, a possibility.
He remembers his grandmother well. She was small, almost like a child, though very round. She had five children and her sons left home as soon as they could.
You said, “Let me be your whore,”
and I asked, “What does that make me?
You don’t need to forget yourself,
others forget for you.