“there are still shoelaces to be tied” by Julia at her desk

Sunday April 8, 2018
11:15pm
5 minutes
Ten Seconds for Each Year
Fernando Raguero

Wait till your eyes run out of juice
try typing that letter to your friend
see how many times you nod off in the
middle of a good sentence
tell her: there are stillllllllllll swppp
tell her: you are so eeeeeen qqQ hip
She will really appreciate that you didn’t
make time for her earlier in the day
that you were saving up all your creative
expression for the moments in between
sleep and almost sleep because that’s
when all the best ideas come through
tell her: that thought you had about
the cactus and the kiwi eloping
tell her: neck kink and unlimited yawn
tell her: fall onto the bed mascara
still holding all your eyelashes together
Don’t forget about the roasting pan in
the sink or the shoes out in the foyer
or the wet hair drying slowly on your back

“You know full well” by Julia at her kitchen table


Sunday, December 9, 2012
10:56pm
5 minutes
First Kiss
Brian Doyle


Any decent guy would have called me back. I’m serious. Decency is like archaic right now. It’s like, extinct or something. Don’t people always say that? That decency is dead? Well it is. It’s like, more dead than that other thing that people also say is dead. I’m just pissed you know? Anyone who knows me, knows that when I put on my mascara, it’s go time. I don’t usually wear it that much, but like, when I do, that’s it. I’m going out, someone good looking is going to see me, the night is going to be the best and last forever, and I’m going to feel really good about myself. But like, last night, I got all ready, I was looking amazing, and Dan was supposed to call me back to sort out our plans or whatever, and I’m like, buddy, just call me back because I need to know the status. And he could have. But he didn’t. So do I not sit there the entire night just waiting for the phone to ring so I have an excuse to make use of the mascara I already carefully applied? Of course. I just sit and wait and watch Easy A on Netflix while I’m like, hoping Dan has the DECENCY to return my call and simply say whether or not he’s willing to brave this effing snow storm to come pick me up so we can go to the Ballroom and effing dance/bowl the entire night. But no. He could have, he should have, but he didn’t. So now I’m like, locking him out. I’m locking him out to punish him for this waste of a Friday that he caused. And if he wants to like, get back in, then whatever about him, he can CALL ME.