Showing posts with label Brynne Rebele-Henry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brynne Rebele-Henry. Show all posts

Sunday, October 08, 2017

Touch the Donkey supplement: new interviews with Miller, Ball, Clevidence, mwpm, McEwan + Rebele-Henry

Anticipating the release next week of the fifteenth issue of Touch the Donkey (a small poetry journal), why not check out the interviews that have appeared over the past few weeks with contributors to the fourteenth issue: David James Miller, Jonathan Ball, Cody-Rose Clevidence, mwpm, Andrew McEwan and Brynne Rebele-Henry.

Interviews with contributors to the first thirteen issues, as well, remain online, including:
Joseph Mosconi, Douglas Barbour and Sheila Murphy, Oliver Cusimano, Sue Landers, Marthe Reed, Colin Smith, Nathaniel G. Moore, David Buuck, Kate Greenstreet, Kate Hargreaves, Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Erín Moure, Sarah Swan, Buck Downs, Kemeny Babineau, Ryan Murphy, Norma Cole, Lea Graham, kevin mcpherson eckhoff, Oana Avasilichioaei, Meredith Quartermain, Amanda Earl, Luke Kennard, Shane Rhodes, Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Sarah Cook, François Turcot, Gregory Betts, Eric Schmaltz, Paul Zits, Laura Sims, Stephen Collis, Mary Kasimor, Billy Mavreas, damian lopes, Pete Smith, Sonnet L’Abbé, Katie L. Price, a rawlings, Suzanne Zelazo, Helen Hajnoczky, Kathryn MacLeod, Shannon Maguire, Sarah Mangold, Amish Trivedi, Lola Lemire Tostevin, Aaron Tucker, Kayla Czaga, Jason Christie, Jennifer Kronovet, Jordan Abel, Deborah Poe, Edward Smallfield, ryan fitzpatrick, Elizabeth Robinson, nathan dueck, Paige Taggart, Christine McNair, Stan Rogal, Jessica Smith, Nikki Sheppy, Kirsten Kaschock, Lise Downe, Lisa Jarnot, Chris Turnbull, Gary Barwin, Susan Briante, derek beaulieu, Megan Kaminski, Roland Prevost, Emily Ursuliak, j/j hastain, Catherine Wagner, Susanne Dyckman, Susan Holbrook, Julie Carr, David Peter Clark, Pearl Pirie, Eric Baus, Pattie McCarthy, Camille Martin and Gil McElroy.

The forthcoming fifteenth issue features new writing by: Colin Smith, Michael e. Casteels, Harold Abramowitz, Christine Stewart, Cindy Savett, Jean Valentine, rob mclennan, Marilyn Irwin and Tessy Ward.

And of course, copies of the first fourteen issues are still very much available. Why not subscribe?

We even have our own Facebook group. It’s remarkably easy.


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

My writing day : Tuesday, June 20, 2017


Given I did one of these a year or so ago, I thought it might be interesting to see what may have changed in the interim. Or remained the same. Might it all be the same? 

8:08am: everyone wakes late. By at least ten or fifteen minutes.

Around 5am, Rose complained for her mother, loudly, so she and I switched places, leaving her in the master bedroom with Christine and Aoife. I slept in Rose’s room, sans clock. I finally woke, wondering the time. Panicked. Woke everyone else.

8:12am: Ablutions. Coffee. Prepare oatmeal for preschooler as baby rouses. Turn on Ane Brun. Set both children down for breakfast. Check email. Christine prepares for work.

8:17am: Prepare lunch for preschooler. Pack towel, extra clothes. Today Rose in a swimsuit, as her preschool has ‘water days’ today (the day prior, also). Sprinkler, water table, etcetera. It meant, at least for yesterday, she returned home in soaking wet sandals covered in sand (but she had fun).

8:20am: collect newspaper from the front porch. Set it aside until tomorrow (there is no time for it this morning). Rose requests a second bowl of oatmeal.

Send out weekly mass email for the “Tuesday poem” series I curate over at the dusie blog [see link here to sign up for such]; this week: Sarah Cook (author of an above/ground press title announced last week). Field three emails from exhibitors for this Saturday’s semi-annual ottawa small press book fair.

8:31am: daily blog post posts. I change and dress the baby. Slip a dress over Rose’s swimsuit.

Christine nurses baby and brushes preschooler’s hair, covers her in sunscreen.

8:45am: leave for preschool with both children (Christine leaves a few minutes after we do). Rose has been at preschool five mornings a week for the full year, with the Tuesday and Thursday mornings extended to full days on February first. Given she begins junior kindergarten this fall, we worried about her being one of the younger kids in the class (she turns four in later November). At least this way, she gets used to full days in a familiar environment, and gets a little bit of French in the afternoons. The teachers keep telling me that she is completely ready for school.

Preschool: which actually ends next Tuesday, making this her last full week. I’ve already a local teenager I’m bringing in as ‘mother’s helper’ two mornings a week to watch both girls so I can sit at my desk, otherwise I would get nothing at all done.

I don’t need much, but I have to get something.

9:10am: land in basement with baby. Already I know she won’t nap at her usual time (9:45 or so). Which is fine, given Rose in a full-day preschool.

Read Aoife some stories. Attempt to answer some outstanding emails as she plays on the floor.

10:13am: random phone call from my father. Apparently an older woman named Carol called him this morning, insisting we were related somewhere along the McLennan genealogy. He had no idea, and seemed not convinced, but passed her name and email along to me so I could check my files. I’m not convinced either, given I’ve never heard the name, and we aren’t really related to anyone (in six or seven generations, we’ve many who didn’t have kids or simply vanished). But I’m curious to see if I can figure out where she connects. I’ve a 350+ page document I’ve been constructing since the early 1990s of McLennan/MacLennan genealogies throughout Stormont and Glengarry Counties with some forty or more unrelated/unconnected (so far) families.

Honestly, given she apparently told my father that her family came from Scotland around 1800, that wouldn’t be us. We were far closer to 1840.

10:30am: begin to attempt baby down for her nap.

10:49am: refresh coffee, and move myself and laptop from basement to desk. Hit “refresh” on the same Tycho album I’ve been listening to for months.

Carol is nowhere to be found in the genealogy file I’ve built, so I send her an email for further information. I’m almost certain she isn’t one of ours, but I’m wondering if I might be able to connect her to one of the other families, at least.

Since Christine returned to work in mid-April, I’ve been focusing my writing time on short poems and reviews, awaiting the fall to return to longer prose. I haven’t worked on short fiction in a few months, and would also like to be able to return to that larger novel I set aside a few years ago, for the sake of completing a possible draft of my short story manuscript, “On Beauty,” as well as my post-mother creative non-fiction title, “The Last Good Year.” Given both those manuscripts are now floating around the ether as submissions, I would really like to return to “Don Quixote” [see my 2010 essay on such posted at Rain Taxi here]. Oh, to be able to finish that, if only to see what might come next...

While I think some of the short poems I’ve been working on lately are quite strong, there is something about fiction that feels like an entirely new set of possibilities for my work. I should be writing more fiction. I’ve had the feeling the past few years that prose is really where I should be focusing my attention, but such is near-impossible while I’ve such small windows of time and attention with which to work. I need something longer, more sustained.

Until then, I’ve nearly one hundred short prose poems in the manuscript “the book of smaller,” begun back in December. I’ll keep adding to the file as new poems complete, perhaps see where it is as a whole later in the fall. Unlike most of my poetry collections, I’m composing with no sense of order or sections, but simply adding finished poems as they complete (I’ve some twenty or thirty pieces in various states of incomplete, most of which might never be). Once the manuscript is “completed,” I’ll worry about removing the weaker pieces, and re-ordering, much in the same way I composed my short story collection, The Uncertainty Principle (Chaudiere Books, 2014). I am deliberately not being in a hurry with such. I write when I can; short, single stanza collages.

I accept poems by Marilyn Irwin and Sean Braune for upcoming issues of Touch the Donkey. I send a first interview question off to Suzanne Wise for same.

I return to a short piece I’ve been working on for Ottawa Magazine, on being a writer home full-time with small children, and how I manage to juggle writing and children (short answer: poorly and breathlessly and constantly). After feedback from the editor yesterday afternoon, I finally manage to return to the piece, tweak it a bit, and send off another draft.

I poke at design for forthcoming above/ground press chapbooks by Sarah Dowling, Stephanie Bolster, Buck Downs and Valerie Coulton. Field a couple of author emails.

Yesterday I poked at a review of the new Gary Barwin poetry title, and managed about a half hour’s worth of flipping through poetry books in the backyard, as the children played, but don’t manage to get anywhere near reviewing today.

11:52am: baby wakes. We lunch. I empty, refill and start dishwasher.

I package up the two loaves of banana bread Rose assisted with yesterday, for eventual distribution. Perhaps I’ll give one to jwcurry at the reading on Friday. Since I can’t support him financially in the way I would like, I can at least offer him some of my homemade banana bread. He seems both enthusiastically appreciative of my baking, and always, just a wee bit, confused that I keep handing him loaves of bread, so, really: it’s win-win.

Pull loaf of brown bread from the downstairs freezer. Clean cat barf discovered in sunroom.

Clean counter. Wonder what the hell dinner is going to be.

Roused by a thumping, I discover a City of Ottawa crew slowly creeping north along Alta Vista; I have no idea why. I see the pile of detritus left at our curb by yesterday’s hedge trimmers has started to blow across our front yard. Nice.

Check the many gendered mothers email account; nothing new. I retweet a few items from the mgm twitter account.

12:27pm: clean and change baby, including her outfit (covered in strawberry stains). Put away clean cloth diapers Christine re-assembled. Head back downstairs with baby, laptop.

We play quietly. Read through a Richard Scarry picture book. She plays the drum.

This morning was last night’s The Daily Show and Late Night with Seth Meyers (his “a closer look” segments really are spectacular), and now we enter last night’s Late Show with Stephen Colbert. The Late Late Show. Conan.

1:23pm: upstairs, Aoife gets a cookie and we collect the mail. Some very cool new books by Katy Lederer (I’m doing a chapbook of hers soon), Daniel Handler (I realized a couple of months ago that he was an above/ground press subscriber circa 2008) and Tom Stern, as well as a couple of copies of her first book that Brynne Rebele-Henry was kind enough to donate to our eventual many gendered mothers fundraiser.

Aoife has been a bit clingier the past few days, sitting up with me more than usual. For a while she was grumpy, and almost seemed tired, but she refuses to settle into a nap (if that’s even what she needs). She cranks, cranks, cranks. She sits up beside me on the couch for most of our time downstairs.

2:36pm: head upstairs again, to use main bathroom (easier to contain baby in such than in downstairs bathroom) and notice all of our hedge-refuse at the curb is gone now. Weird.

Aoife seems pleased with the introduction of two Arrowroot cookies. We start another episode of Colbert, from last week.

2:57pm: Christine emails, asking for the girls’ social insurance numbers for some reason.

I change the baby’s wet diaper and I change my shirts, covered in Aoife’s cookie-goo.

3:17pm: we leave to collect Rose from preschool. I take the ‘running stroller’ for the sake of a quick post-pickup grocery run. We’re caught in the rain, but only briefly. Rose stops to pick some flowers.

4:23pm: land home. Fold and put away the stroller. Downstairs, I settle the children to snack on goldfish and blueberries. I put away groceries.

Sean Braune sends his bio for Touch the Donkey and says yes to an interview. I send him the first question.

Carol responds, but with not enough information for me to find in my document. “Duncan McLennan” sans dates is impossible. My document, on a quick scan, includes sixty examples of “Duncan.” I request further information, such as birth/death dates and wife’s name.


Carol’s mention that she believes we’re related “because she’s read the census” isn’t helpful. I request clarification.

5:05pm: I head upstairs for dinner prep. I empty the dishwasher.

5:18pm: Christine returns home. Dinner.

5:35pm: I quickly shower. I begin children bath preparations and clean dinner dishes and highchair as Christine plays with children in the living room.

5:55pm: Christine bathes children (a task usually mine) while I run out for a quick errand (wine). I’d like to head downtown to pick up the small press fair catalogue to begin folding and stapling, but there isn’t time, given Christine heading out again. Tomorrow.

6:20pm: land home, collect bathed/dressed baby for downstairs, while Christine assists newly-clean Rose with her bedtime snack. We collect downstairs for the sake of their bedtime stories.

6:30pm: Christine leaves for chiropractor appointment.

I somehow managed to convince the children to pick up some of their toys in the basement. Well, not as much as I would have liked, but there you go.

7:00pm: Aoife and I take Rose up for bedtime. Teeth brushing, vitamins, stories. I make the bed in the master bedroom. Aoife is very wiggly and less than (entirely) helpful, but amusing.

7:16pm: Aoife and I return downstairs. Rose’s monitors are on and she is singing. Then complaining.

7:19pm: Aoife and I downstairs again after re-settling Rose. Aoife drifts. I put her in sleep-sack and she floats away.

7:30pm: arrive downstairs from putting sleeping Aoife in her crib. Return upstairs to re-settle complaining Rose.

7:34pm: return to the basement to work on the latest above/ground press mailout – nathan dueck and Sarah Cook chapbooks and Touch the Donkey #14 – for the sake of distribution at this weekend’s small press book fair. Receive first interview answer from Sean Braune and send second question.

I’m tempted to post a couple of “12 or 20 questions” for future blog appearance, but I’m just too damned tired.

I work on the mailout and watch some of my stories. This Hasan Minhaj Homecoming King special is really, really good.

8:50pm: Christine returns home.

9:24pm: we attempt a series on Amazon Prime in which Christina Ricci plays Zelda Fitzgerald (I had added “Zelda” to our wish-list of names, prior to Aoife’s birth; I liked the idea of “Rose and Zel”). We consider the show acceptable, and watch the first three episodes.

10pm: poems rejected by an online journal. Bah.

10:44pm: finally, a response on an interview I wished to post as part of my Queen Mobs Teahouse deal as interviews editor. After months of asking for a bio from the student for their interview, they respond by sending the interview again. Sigh.

11:01pm: We crash, finally.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Brynne Rebele-Henry



Brynne Rebele-Henry’s poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in such journals as Denver Quarterly, Prairie Schooner, Fiction International, Rookie, The Volta, and So to Speak, among other places. She is a founding editor of Fissure, a magazine dedicated to young LGBT+ writers and artists. Her book Fleshgraphs appeared from Nightboat Books in September 2016. She was born in 1999 and currently lives in Richmond, Virginia.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
Publishing Fleshgraphs changed everything! It was the most amazing feeling to find out that I could write books that people would want to read and publish or invest themselves in. I’m so grateful for that.

My newer work is harsher, more bare-boned, but also sadder and more tender, I think.

I’ve been writing a lot about violence against queer bodies and women’s bodies, something that, after Orlando, is a crucial topic in our current culture. I’m working on a novel about a hate crime and the subsequent murder trial, and it’s so hard to write. I keep crying in public places while working on it.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I write in every genre, but for me writing poems has always felt more joyful than other genres. I have more fun with them. I feel like poems are innately freer than any other genre because there aren’t any limits with what you can do with poems, they’re divorced from the conventions, stylistic or otherwise, that follow fiction and nonfiction. I have different priorities with each genre: with nonfiction, I mainly write personal lyric essays or political essays about queer/women’s issues and body issues. With fiction, I try to open a dialogue about queer girls, queer bodies, sexualities, without that being the whole crux of the work, and try to portray and talk about the many facets of girlhood. I think of my poems more as a manifesto consisting of snapshots. I write them like I’m taking Polaroids: fast and pointed and political, a rush of words. I want my poems to feel like an incantation, almost.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
I write really quickly. I wrote my most recent manuscript in two days, but usually it takes about a month or two months for me to complete the first draft of a manuscript. I wrote Fleshgraphs in a few weeks. The revision process changes from book to book, sometimes I only have to do basic edits, but other times it requires months of revision and rewrites. My first novel, The Glass House, took five months to write, but I revised it several times over the following two years, then completely rewrote it last summer. 

4 - Where does a poem or work of fiction usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?
It changes. Sometimes I just happen to amass the pieces of a manuscript, but usually with fiction and nonfiction it’s very deliberate. I sketch out the book and what the work addresses, do some research, and then start weaving it all together, turning it into a book, trying to combine all the threads. With poems it’s more of a natural accumulation. I curate my poems as a write, so I’m always thinking of how one poem fits into my other poems and so on. I put them together like it’s a gallery show, almost.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I do! I get stage fright, though, so I’m usually simultaneously terrified and elated. I’ve memorized about half of my poems and some of my stories, and I think having the work memorized and being able to recite it helps with stage fright. I write auditorily, often I’ll say the lines out loud as I work with them, so giving a reading helps me gauge where I could change the cadence of the work or a certain word. Often, I improvise and change the poem mid-reading because I think it sounds better than the way I initially wrote it.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
In my work I try to make queerness mainstream, try to change the way that queerness is usually something obscure, tokenized or delegitimized in literature, TV, and the media. I want to write about women and femmeness in a way that isn’t a discussion as to whether their voices matter, or a discussion about including their voices, but by writing only in their voices.

All of my characters are gay. I have no interest in portraying or discussing heterosexuality or heterosexual desire in my novels and short stories. I want to make gay women and men the majority in my work, not the exception, or the token, or the plot twist.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
I think writers are vital in effecting change in the culture. I don’t think there’s any specific role a writer should fill, other than to write, of course. Writing itself is a political act. However, I do think it’s important not to remain silent about political issues.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
I find it essential—I think there’s a lot that an outside editor can pick up from a manuscript that needs to be fixed, or clarified or improved.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
 “Write a lot and write well.”

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to fiction to non-fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?
It’s fairly easy for me, I think about different genres in different ways, and my process for each is so different that I rarely get the work muddled.  I feel like I can accomplish more politically and aesthetically with different genres than I can with one single genre. I can cover more topics that way. I like being able to write a political essay, and then write a poem about a tarot card, then a story about Texas and teenage girls and drowning. 

11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
I usually wake up fairly early, get coffee and check my email. Then I make breakfast and more coffee and bring those to my desk and write. Other than that, I don’t really have a set routine, unless I’m on a tight deadline, and then I adhere to a really strict routine: writing from the time I get up until about midnight, taking breaks in the afternoons only to get coffee or tea and walk my dog and then returning to my writing desk.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I like to make lists of everything: plant species I find beautiful, extinct animals, saints from the Middle Ages, blue paintings, the names of all the tubes of red lipstick that I own. I have hundreds either transcribed into notebooks, on my laptop, or tucked into books.  When I run out of topics I forage for the lists until I find something that feels noteworthy or like I want to research it. Then, I start again. My work is very research based, I really like to incorporate rare facts, or strange things I’ve found into my stories and poems. I’ve also found that I write in lists (both literally and not, since the main character  in my first novel, like me, makes lists constantly), so often my stories start with a list of scenes that expands into something else.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Magnolias! When I lived in Athens as a little kid there were these huge moon-yellow magnolia trees. Now, I make perfume out of flowers from the different places I’ve lived or places that have significance to me (magnolias, wild roses, jasmine, honeysuckle, etc). I used to write codes with flowers into my work—in the 1800’s queer women had codes that they’d use for the flowers they sent each other. For example, purple flowers equated to queer romantic interest, chrysanthemums were bad luck, lily of the valleys were regret, pale lilies were for mourning, pansies were loss of innocence, and so on.

14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?
Women’s history and queer history definitely influence my writing—atrocities, historical events, secret but influential figures, discrimination. Also, old anatomy or psychology textbooks and studies, botany, and bone readings—a fortune telling technique where you cast bones and then divine from them. Old Tarot decks. I started out as a painter and then a sculptor, before I became a writer, and because of that I often write about lost art, artists, sculptures or ancient carvings, furniture, the process of making or destroying art.

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
I love Dara Wier and Peter LaBerge because they’re both amazing writers and I adore them. Julia Elliott and Lily Hoang because their work never ceases to astound me, and Roxane Gay, Katherine Dunn, Maggie Nelson, Zadie Smith, and George Saunders.

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
I’ve always wanted to write and illustrate a graphic novel! Or to take an old text (such as Carmilla, the gay vampire novel from the 1800s) and make it a graphic novel.

17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
I would have gone back to being a painter and sculptor. I painted flesh, primarily, but in an abstract sense: I’d study bodies, old cadaver pictures or surgical photos, photos of bodies before and after procedures such as liposucture or skin grafts and then paint the flesh from a sort of collage perspective: I wanted to portray queer bodies and bodies with scars as beautiful, to paint them in the same way the Venus de Milo or renaissance girls would be portrayed. It was a deeply personal project, because I got the idea from painting my own scars, which were from surgeries I had as a child, from an artist I worked with who wanted me to paint self portraits. This latter inspired a book-length lyric essay which I recently finished.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
Because I loved writing more than anything else.

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
The last great book I read was The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, and the last great film I saw was Tangerine.

20 - What are you currently working on?
I’m working on my first YA novel, which is about conversion camps and is a queer rewriting of the Orpheus myth, a collection of personal essays, the novel I mentioned earlier about a hate crime and its aftermath, and a different novel about Catherine of Siena.

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

Brynne Rebele-Henry, Fleshgraphs




38.

Her body washes in, a tangle of seaweed and her grandmother’s fake sapphires. He is disappointed about the way her body is shaped. “I thought she was a whale.” We watch her arching her back, her eyes sand-coated magnifying glasses. Ambulances never occur to us, we say later, when the light is a funeral home disco in our un-made-up faces. We just wanted to see some mating whales, we say.

American poet Brynne Rebele-Henry’s remarkable first full-length poetry book is Fleshgraphs (Callicoon NY: Nightboat Books, 2016), a “visceral engagement with the politics and poetics of girlhood by a 14-year-old author.” Composed in two hundred and sixty-six short, seemingly self-contained numbered sections over a few weeks when the author was still only fourteen years old, Rebele-Henry’s Fleshgraphs exist in collusion, collision and collage, pushing a conversation of girlhood, sex, the body, intimacy and violence through an occasionally dark and even grotesque humour. “I ask my wife if I can take a shit inside her.” she writes in section #106. Further along, section #121 reads: “Her thighs taste like Lysol.” 

From section to section, the perspective, and even the narrator, shifts, presenting a sequence of near-aphorisms that thrash and rail against the reader and each other. As she describes the collection in a recent interview: “[…] the book is a literal graph of flesh. The book is composed of confessions (inspired by both religious confessionals and online confessions), and is about benign or intense or horrible things happening to bodies, and each experience is told through a different numbered fragment. The book is also composed of fragmented short paragraphs, or graphs. […] I was trying to write a feminist dissection of rape culture and online confessions, but also a celebration of the body’s resilience.”

104.

I sidle up to the cashier and undo the tie of my trench coat and my breasts come out and I rub them against the conveyor belt and lick my true love’s face.

Part of what makes Brynne Rebele-Henry’s Fleshgraphs so compelling is in its daring, honesty and straightforwardness, speaking pointedly to “a range of sexualities,” perspectives and even personalities. Her prose is fearless, rich and evocative, thick with detail and presence and confidence, making this one of the most frighteningly-talented debuts I’ve seen in a very long time.

1.

I alphabetize the girls by tens and letters. First: Annie and her cellulite thighs that made her say of herself: walrus. I would bite them with my too sharp incisors. Second: Betty and the weird sounds she made that were more like birth than sex and her pinup rolled back hair. Third: Carrie, and her light moustache. Fourth: Diana and her autumn mouth and how she always burned cookies. I stop at six because that’s too fucking sad but I think of her knuckles and the sound they made against my forehead still.