Author: Why Are You Yelling?

Out in the middle of the waterwhere everything is black,the only sound the echoesof waves lapping boat sides,shadow-casting eerie green onthe underbelly of docks.  On the the water’s border,with sounds close and violent,I talk to you aboutyellowjackets and dying,wondering whatyour grief tastes like.  Later, breeze peeking through windows shake the sheets and stir dreamy thoughts…

In a Peruvian restaurantsomewhere in the LowerEast Side, I sit beside a friend, and across from his friend,  and his friend’s boyfriend. Swirling the strawberry margarita around in my mouth,hoping to taste the tequila,I cross my feet under the table. Uncross. Cross. Uncross. I realize, as the ice cubesmelt in my water glass,that I haven’t said…

Upstate is home-town lonely but still smells sweetly uncanny.  3 hours upstate on Amtrak,head lolling lazy against the frosted window. Eyes in the reflectionare part of the murky scenery; green orbs steady on the river. Passing through tunnels, they’re all that can be seen. Step out and search the platform-greeters.From the trunk to the side seat to…

Making whirlpools in the above-groundon days when the air lays heavy on our skin,leaving our pink cheeks sticky to the touch.Abandoning forest green plaid school uniforms for fluorescent bathing suits,revealing our innocent girl-bellies.  My pool—perfecting the laps— mastering the water flow, watching the waves leap out the sides, smacking the dirt-packed ground in protest. Holding the…

What’s it like there, where you are?The stiff air chokes my thoughts.I hate stepping barefoot on the burning, damp ground—afternoon rain;forgetting my sandals, I sidewalk hop. You’re doing 15, stuck behind a tractor,tapping thumbs to the wheel and tracingthe dust on your dashboard.Thoughts of me are under the seat,between empty bottles and stray CD jackets. I…