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B4

B4

Seeking a metaphor smart enough to spark inspiration, I scan the room for irony and contradiction. But Gate B4 at Laguardia on a Sunday afternoon in November isn’t exactly the sampling of New York’s errata that I hoped it would be. There’s not much from which to draw yet. Just a room full of mostly-polite and quiet adults, mostly-smiling, and mostly-ready to get on with the trip.B4 — there’s gotta be something there.B4 the initial boarding call, travelers huddle around the newly-established charging bars where the airport has strategically enabled us to feel even more like cattle, shoving and elbowing for room...

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The Story of the Whore and The Devil

The Story of the Whore and The Devil

Today I found a tale of the Devil’s epic failto torture newlyweds who peeved him soThey had somehow found a way to avoid to ever saya harsh word to scar the other’s soul So the Devil sought and found, for breaking couples down;to ruin their respect and wreck their livesAnd for bringing to their knees, true love’s make believea whore who he knew loved deceiving wives So the Devil offered shoes — red, shiny and brand newin exchange for a simple favor he would ask“I’d like you to plant the seeds of resentment, if you pleaseand you’ll get red stilettos for this...

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Too soon, and a little too late.

Too soon, and a little too late.

I don’t feel “close” to my grandmother.At least, not anymore than a husband feels “close” to his wife’s antique vanity. The one he bought for their anniversary. Whichever anniversary is symbolized by wood. Whichever one caused him to make a dozen god-forsaken trips to the hardware store in search of exactly that god-forsaken color of wood stain that she so affectionately calls ‘periwinkle’. A color he’d never heard of until their third date. A color he never cared about until she did; and until he realized that he cared about her.Like that husband, who spent weeks on end stripping, sanding,...

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The Legend of Big La

The Legend of Big La

Shawn caught me at a bad moment one day. When he called, I was living on the Lower East Side in New York, in a noisy pre-war building surrounded by Chinese delivery services, cleaners, and undercover cops. I was stressing over life, love, and money, and the usual mix of family drama and work politics. Giulia had just gotten out of the hospital, and was recovering at my place. I was recovering from visiting her in the hospital for the last 2 weeks. While catching up with my mom, I could hear the fatigue in her voice. She has had...

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Less

Before you criticize,I hope your realize,That if I squeezed my eyesIn my most noble triesDespite your deep duressCould not come close to caring less.

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