We are building a tiny house in the woods. Down the road, some people are building a bigger house, on a bigger property. When we find a dead body in our yard, we bring it over to their place. We leave the body on their lawn. We figure, they are pretty rich. They are probably be better equipped to deal with a dead body.
Night Spiders
Every night the streets crawl with enormous spiders. I sit by my apartment window and watch them. Across the way, an old man also sits at his window. Through the night we look into each other’s eyes, and share our trapped existence. Sharing our suffering makes it bearable. One night his light switches on. I can now see that he’s been watching television all this time.
He was never looking into my eyes at all.
spiders
Banana Seat
I am wearing a bridesmaid’s dress and riding on the back of your banana seat bicycle. We are trying to get to city hall, but my dress keeps getting caught in the chain.
Banana Seat
Motorcycle Bag
When we get to the hotel in Los Angeles, I unpack everything from my suitcase except my motorcycle. We walk down Rodeo Drive and enter a shop. I realize I'd left my purse behind. I take my motorcycle out of my suitcase, start it up, and ride back up Rodeo Drive to look for it.
los angeles
Syst-Must Moans
In Vienna we visit an avocado-themed nightclub. A guacamole river runs sludgily through the dining area. People dip things in it. The chef has a black eye, and the busboys are naked. My mother is taken aback. She says she will sit at a table near the back, if I want to dance. I reply that I can’t dance because I have a bad case of the Syst-Must Moans.