"It’s a good job."
Start by wiping the blood off of his chin and
pretending to understand.
Repeat to yourself
“I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you”
until you fall asleep and dream of the place
where nothing is red.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.
"I’m reading a classic piece of fantasy literature about a mercenary company in a sorcery world. I’m actually the treasurer of the Gay Geeks of New York club. Hey! Could you promote our trivia night? It’s tonight at Rock Bar at 7 PM. There’s all kinds of geek trivia: fantasy, gaming, anime, animation, sci-fi, stuff like that. Wait until I tell our PR Director about this. I’m gonna rub his nose in it. It’s gonna be awesome."
"We were twenty-five and twenty-eight, but we acted like fifteen year olds. Fighting over little things, storming off, breaking up for a week and then getting back together. But developmentally, we were fifteen year olds. We’d been in the closet our whole lives, so we didn’t have any practice with relationships. He still hadn’t come out to his family and a lot of his friends. We were on one of our ‘little breaks’ when he died suddenly from a seizure. And nobody in his family or circle knew I existed. It took me four months to find out that he died. I thought he’d just decided never to talk to me again. His family never found out about me. Or him, for that matter."
He seemed a bit intimidated when I approached him, and nodded meekly when I asked for his photo. Then he stepped back, paused for a second, and did this. He held the pose for about ten seconds, snapped back to normal, then continued on his way.
"My son worked on the 91st floor of the North Tower. The whole family came over to my apartment and gathered around the TV. When we saw the building come down, we all looked at each other, and said: ‘That’s it.’"