The JetBlue terminal at Logan Airport Kind of cry it’s good for: Subtly Quaking Shoulders. You are hung over and maudlin. Sit heavily in the gate area of the delayed plane from which you just debarked and cry for having wrecked it all on the very last night of the trip. Try it! People will […]
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The Thing About Birthdays
It’s my birthday, but the clouds are offended again because of something I’ve said or thought. Their bellies are full of dark-sick, gauzy vomit, pushing away the sky which doesn’t remember I’m nine today. People are talking about the moon, how there are men on it for the first time, but people have told me […]