She presented detailed testimony that I was "essentially a bilious individual," that "beneath a mask of jocularity, [I] had Schadenfreude written all over [my] face."

perhaps already i've said too much on this lugubrious new year's eve, the goblets and demitasse cups piled so high as to obscure the faucet which drips

the lovesick mosquitos choose their mates haphazardly like the bleary-eyed anomic patrons of a west side singles bar

Don't flirt with the workmen! bellows a stentorian voice that rattles the china.

flock somnambulantly to the local bar as if bitten by vampires

oh amy, what threnody matters

When I whipped him gently with my sash, he made me say the cathected words. The cathected words! he'd beg.

And in the late afternoon sun, the trellised balcony would throw a grid of shadow across his acne-covered hunchback.

The hood of my Hyundai is dappled with the morning dew.

the caterwaul of two engines