Tag: joaquin emiliano

• February 11, 2022

  red blend.

  woke up with the relatable moments of her lips on mine. a swell sense of divine, same as the 9.45 sunshine. blanket on the floor. both of us intertwined in a white sheet that went under a bruise, over her thigh, over mine, down, under and all around. red hair flowing along all of that,…
• February 6, 2022

  dirty day.

  From what the windows had to say, it was going to be another lovely morning in Sunset Park. Thought I’d give it a spot test. Rolled out of bed. Headed for the front door of my basement rental. Careful to avoid the empty bottles, tiptoe around incomplete notebooks and pornography. Paused at the door. Little…
• February 3, 2022

  open to suggestion.

  Uhhhhm…? Could it possibly take place on a train? she asked. Amusement park? Oh, or Ferris wheel. Park bench. Greyhound bus across the northwest states, or maybe the Badlands? Tree house. Rooftop. Maybe a graveyard? Mausoleum? Movie theater, sometimes you get lucky and nobody else shows. Elevator? Dressing room, during a surprise blackout, or… Then…
• January 31, 2022

  tell me.

  that’s just it, i said. everything tastes. and that’s what makes the best of memories unbearable. sent two strokes down along her arm, back up.  your pillowcase. the bench where we used to laugh over loaded drinks. the tree i once climbed without an exit plan, the bark, leaves, roots, dirt under my fingernails. separated…
• January 26, 2022

  the saddest song in the world.

    distancing is an art that remains unmastered, she told me. sifted through the albums, generous face awash in a jukebox mood. no small surprise. hard to perfect something that simply happens. who in this world is the best at hurricaning? getting hit by a bus? …when she loses interest… then she paused between Dire…
• January 21, 2022

  i stand by my mailbox and wait.

  “Do you know what it’s like to have a brain like this?” she screamed, stood up suddenly. Shins hard against the coffee table, destabilizing drinks, dirty dishes, bills, receipts, and an electric nest of bobby pins. “Thinking? Always thinking, with the knowledge that there is no clear intelligence at work? This brain can’t build bridges,…
• January 19, 2022

  i’ll have what i’m having.

  I’m a consummate flavor of the month. Say what they will about me, I have a way of arousing curiosity. Chalk it up to how I keep my mouth shut and tendency to stare into the distance, perpetrating something resembling a soul, when all that it comes down to is wondering what that street corner…