Mark Grisanti (R)

You go girl. 

Fuck Yeah I’m Beautiful

who am I to tell myself anything different? 

There are so many things plaguing my mind right now

Lets go to Hawaii and fry like latkes in the sun.

All That Jazz

Will the world really end if two girls end up wearing the same dress to prom?

Masters of All Time

Dear Crying Baby Seated Relatively Near Me on this Airplane,

Shut the fuck up. Do you think you are something special? We’re all dealing with shit here but you don’t see us bursting into tears, faces all red and covered in snot and drool. You’re embarrassing your parents and possibly disgracing America. But worst of all maggoty infant, you are keeping me awake and reminding me of the horrors I return to tomorrow. I see you have been quieted. Vundabar.

Sincerely,

Disgruntled Passenger.  

Gone

If I were a piece of garbage what kind would I be? Something once beautiful and filled with good intentions? The skeleton of a Valentines Day rose the ruddy-faced boy gave to his equally innocent girlfriend? He bashfully counted the coins to pay for it at the gas station checkout. He couldn’t afford a whole bouquet, but to her the one was enough to fill one hundred vases. Even the briefest glance swelled a warm glow throughout her body, but she stared at it for hours. Perhaps that’s what caused it to wilt so quickly. Maybe it’s that she didn’t cut the stem diagonally like her mom had told her to. She kept the rose months after it had rot, only after tiny bugs started circling it did she gingerly place it in the trash can.

I hope so. Maybe. 

Shut Eye

She ran into the black lake. She curled her hand into a fist. It looked like a newborn’s. She tried to beat the water, but her attempts only produced spastic convulsions. She created the waves that crashed, as scheduled, on the shore. She ripped off her clothes, exasperated by their utter uselessness. She continued striking, soon it was involuntary. But her mechanical pace slowed. She began to notice the cold driving needles into her skin. A tear slipped off her face and joined its brethren. She resigned herself to the rocky bottom of the lake. She lies there, like the ghost of a housecat. It was meaningful almost, but not really.