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Do You Know How Many Socks?

Do you know how many socks I walk by? There’s one in the hallwayhalf-full of someone’s ghost footcurled in an awkward twist against the air return grate. Another, thinned from beinggripped and stretched between the dog’s teeth, lays like a jazzsinger over a piano, except the piano in this case is a dog bonepurple and orange, seconded constantly by… Continue reading Do You Know How Many Socks?

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An Open Letter To David Sedaris

(Attention: Curse words and jokes-you'll-only-get-if-you-were-at-the-reading - including talk of poop -, forthcoming.) Dear David, You mother cusser! That's the worst of my road-rage language when I'm driving with my kids in the car. They're 9 and 11 years old, and can appreciate a good swear, but I'm trying to lead by example, so instead of… Continue reading An Open Letter To David Sedaris