Sailing

I have an oval view of gum-pack houses in which tic-tac people worry and wander and vacuum and fill out forms. I stretch my arm downward and snatch them up and tell them not to worry because they are only tic-tacs.

“Welcome to the Bank” [draft]

Mrs. Green nodded happily, and went home to make a lasagna for Mr. Green, who had had a difficult day at the office.

Cold-cut Turkey

I pushed the box into the freezer of my guts and felt it rumbling around. I wanted him to put his hand on my stomach so he could feel that I had contained it and be proud.

Nothing

The dress is off, and not only is she fat; she’s invisible.
But I was forced to build the machine when I declined to be a squirrel and now I can be neither.

Shark Week [draft II]

When I mentioned the headache, someone said, “Here!” and shook out a pillbox of sharks into her palm.