Flaw Salad

The comedy is the tragedy, and if you look long enough and hard enough, you can see the funniest thing—the biggest goddamn laugh there is—is how it all never ends and none of us can ever escape. — read more

I drove to the bridge last night. Do you remember it? We stopped there one evening on a walk. You wanted to tell me something, but you weren’t sure how. I was patient, afraid. You hadn’t been right for some time, and I remember the nights of worry as you retreated inward, ever closer to — read more

“Sometimes I’m the worst,” I say, and concern overtakes his face. “Have you been the worst with me?” “No.” Maybe if I had, I might still be a good person. I might not be so bad. But he’s seen so little. He’s really seen nothing at all. “What do you do when you’re the worst?” — read more

Ah, so you find the ones in shadow, do you? You look for the struggling, withered lot that could use a little light? You bring your tiny flame over, and you think how grateful they should be for this taste of warmth, for this soft, glowing orb? But you are not the sun. At best, — read more