Laugh Tracks

A Zen proficient friend once told me“There is no stillness in you.”I would have asked her what she meant,but there were places I had to be. I’ve spilled bloodand read in it the portents of my life,this slippery sludgepooling into Rorschachs on a page.Because there is nothing a writer won’t doto violate fresh, white paper.…

Gift of Tongues

You see me.You stick out your tongue.“Put that thing away,” I shout,“it could be dangerous.” If Satan has a forked tongue,does he enjoy spicy foodsor are they just too damn hot? The round, pink wormpushes Gerber’s carrots and peasacross emerging teeth,through thin lipswhere it spills, orange and greenover the chin. Twenty years later,in an expensive…