Shrew

patina

(and I’m now certain that his occasional trips out of town were to court the woman who would become his embittered Versace-wearing donna).

dallying

abdicate

braying

tattoo. Our brains wrap nightmares around our sleepless flesh.

I tolerate humanity’s crush in order to be allowed to write. I behave beautifully so that I have paper, pens, and occasional access to a computer. I suffer for my art.

Some men need to witness female anger to believe in that woman’s love. Some women need to get angry to experience that love. Some people grow together like horrible species of lichen. My parents, I learned, were precisely this kind of symbiotic organism.

cavalcade