I’m typing here because Larry the electrician has just—and I know it’s Larry because can I see his lean bearded figure through the upstairs office window as he stands before the front door holding that green cell phone, which nearly glows in the lengthening shadows, and Larry is looking more worn than usual because it’s 5:30 in the evening and he’s on our threshold but he’s missing
She demanded an explanation. At the photographer’s request, she stood next to him and smiled at the camera until it flashed but she was not in the photo. The photographer was adamant that something was wrong with her not his camera. He took another photograph with her holding a stuffed bear. Then he took her by the arm — as if incompetent — and showed her the bear floating in the center
It was not surprising that Tomás and Julio were having another argument. Ever since Shukura had left last month, most of the students were on edge. All of our children from Egypt and Bangladesh were now gone and no one was sure which group would be next. I had broken up two fights in the schoolyard in the past week alone as my remaining ESL students tried to sort out their places in the pecking
January 2, 2017
I was telling Joelle I was almost finished reading her memoirs. I’d been reading them side by side, an odd way to read, sort of like an old two-columned Ashbery poem, or an obscure passage from Derrida’s Glas. Derrida was something else entirely. We’d see each other on the conference circuit, which I can no longer abide. He sent me a letter once, written in French. Which I treasured
The damn cat has disappeared again. Truth is, I’d turned the hose on him as I was cleaning the cat box outside during a spell of warmer weather.
“Get the fuck out Orayo,” I’d bellowed.
I clean the cats’ boxes, vacuum their litter off the floor, buy them high-end cat food made by Wellness and have weaned them off kibble, which bloats their guts. Just call me a pathological caretaker — maid