my parents have a joint facebook account bc my mom found out my dad was messaging someone name TexasTitties2006 in an online poker game and she lost. her. goddamn. mind and threw the tv down the stairs. i just happened to be walking down the stairs and she threw the tv on me. i was like 'omg, ow!' but i had to leave for work after accidentally catching a 60" tv on my head. i got to work late and so did the other girl who was supposed to open with me so my boss was pissed. he asked us why we were late and i told him that my mom threw a tv at me and was threatening to divorce the family. the other lady didn't have as good of an excuse i guess because she got fired and i didn't. \_(:/)_/
diddle knabb is the mother of dragons of chihuahuas. she is the editor of fem rag lit mag and lives in chicago.
I'm standing in the wind.
We had five years left to cry,
stay in, get things done.
The wordy gurdy stands
quiet in the middle of my head;
missing pieces [with just enough
shine] rubber-banded tog-
Back then, when she rose
from her beach chair, the weave imprinted itself
on the backs of her jiggly thighs.
Who would have carried it this far,
up the crest between watersheds,
then quit before the downhill?
This was your domain.
Pocket jingling a handful of brads, flat pencil behind your ear,
you’d bore through the browsers; pay and go.
When you rose from the sea
the crown of your head
touched the clouds
A conveyor belt delivers mutton and fowl.
Hot meringues suffer and collapse
under my ruthless fork.
His breath tripped over words stuck between his teeth
and tongue as sinewy shoulders curved.
The child stood, small, shivering in her tattered brown coat,
a dented, scuffed brown suitcase gripped in her hand.
mushrooms, beets, carrots, cabbage,
uncle’s ashen face.