She’s captured her dreams in a Mason jar, boiled and sealed. When Genji holds it up to the lamp she can just make out shapes: distortions, birdlike, beating against the glass.
“I can give you seventy dollars,” says Genji, and the woman across the counter tightens.
“You can’t do eighty,” she says, unable to make it a question.
“Seventy,” says Genji, as gently as she can.
They trade. Genji opens a low cabinet to stack it with the others.
“I’ve got thirty days,” says the woman, “to buy it back?”
“That’s right,” says Genji, but they never do, they never do.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Giant Nut Head does not have a nut for a head but this crush is treating him like a shell between levers. It’s not a crush, it’s a smash: a glass underfoot, a thumb in a car door.
It’s important that everybody knows.
“It’s bad,” he sighs, “really bad.”
“Yup,” says Kent.
“I wish I could tell her,” says Giant Nut Head, with deep mystery. “I can’t. But if I could…”
“Uh huh,” says Maddy.
Giant Nut Head chuckles. “Well. Thus always ’twere love!”
“Mm,” says Kent, looking at Maddy, who is desperate to fuck if this kid would just leave.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012