Diane Williams
Wrigglework
I thought he had a narrower head on him. He
stays with me.
He is similar to a private assistant. Has his
comb, brush, and his dressing robe. It should be a time for an
escape of passion, yet he said he’d been with Mrs. S.
She was next to me, all over my side of the
question, and I told her, “You’re like an animal!”
Although, nobody worries about her manners,
they know they’re good.
I turned down the lights. Wrapped up the
pieces, put them in the refrigerator. Made a bank deposit. Spent a
quiet evening. Completed tax reports after dinner and left for work
about 7:00 A.M. Drove quite a distance. Found a dog. Worked until
4:00 P.M. I was running around. The storm delayed me and I tried
pushing it, but it shook.
Diane Williams's most recent book of
fiction is It Was Like My Trying to Have a Tender-Hearted Nature.
She is the editor of the literary annual NOON and a
three-time recipient of The Pushcart Prize.
