I Stare At Her For A Long

We Traveled For Two Weeks With A Pickled Hippo.

All Right. Let's Give You Something To Tell Your Grandkids About. Or Great-grandkids. Or Great-great-grandkids." I Snort With Glee, Delirious With Excitement. Charlie Winks And Pours Me Another Finger's Worth Of Whiskey. Then, On Second Thought, He Tips The Bottle Again. I Reach Out And Grab Its Neck. "better Not," I Say. "don't Want To Get Tipsy And Break A Hip.

...poking A Lump Of Red Jello That Jiggles Outrageously, Like A Breast I Once Knew.

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.

I Had My Whole Life Planned.. I Knew Exactly Where It Was Taking Me.