the king of A.A.

Anyone drowning wants to crawl inside a net, or simply float to the ice floes with thousands of empty bottles, their labels bleached white by the sun, voyagers into the synthetic wilderness of childhood. My father’s goal was to not get hit by a single snowflake, so in March he curled up in the garage and waited there for summer to come. She decided to banish all garments from her life, even if it meant she would feel winter’s frosty stiletto on her bare sternum. The backs of wind-blown leaves flash in a code I can’t break. An irregularly formed history is necessary if two lovers are destined to collide, and voyeurism dictates that it happen in slow motion. When I was five I was only as tall as my mother’s knee and paid for it by having to fix all the broken appliances at my eye level, such as the crispers in the refrigerator that slid off their tracks or the stove drawer that got stuck on a frying pan handle. The most you can hope for from this life is that the final scene will not take place on a dance floor. Songs may save you but only if you can tune them in on a thirty-year-old red plastic transistor radio, staticky under tented sheets, dark. Is it the curse or the cure that will kill you? In other words, what will be most helpful to Death, a rapidly spoken lie about how much you have to live for, or the slow drawl of the friendless truth? For once in my life I will think twice. The loneliest sound in the world is a traffic light clicking from red to green on an empty street. Oftentimes each one of us calls to God, and that slip binds us to one another. It's a Disney ending, Snow White kissing me awake deep in the forest, pressing love's first words against my lips, the Magic Kingdom only a limp and a sip away.

falling down again, ask me if I care

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