personals




                                                                                           by c.d. wright

                                                                                           some nights i sleep with my dress on.










































                                                                                           my teeth are small and even.










































                                                                                           i don’t get headaches.










































                                                                                           since 1971 or before, i have hunted a bench where i could eat my pimento cheese in peace.










































                                                                                           if this were tennessee and across that river, arkansas, i’d meet you in west memphis tonight.










































                                                                                           we could have a big time.










































                                                                                           danger, shoulder soft.










































                                                                                           do not lie or lean on me.










































                                                                                           i’m still trying to find a job for which a simple machine isn’t better suited.










































                                                                                           i’ve seen people die of money.










































                                                                                           look at admiral benbow.










































                                                                                           i wish like certain fishes, we came equipped with light organs.










































                                                                                           which reminds me of a little known fact: if we were going the speed of light,
                                                                                                        this dome would be shrinking while we were gaining weight.










































                                                                                           isn’t the road crooked and steep.










































                                                                                           in this humidity, i make repairs by night.










































                                                                                           i’m not one among millions who saw monroe’s face in the moon.










































                                                                                           i go blank looking at that face.










































                                                                                           if i could afford it i’d live in hotels.










































                                                                                           i won awards in spelling and the australian crawl.










































                                                                                           long long ago. grandmother married a man named ivan.










































                                                                                           the men called him eve.










































                                                                                           stranger, to tell the truth, in dog years i am up there.