I’d come home from work, from a day when shit smelled better than the day I’d had. I hated life that day, from the car that sent an early morning wave-of-splash across my body as I waited for a cab, to my secretary’s constant whining about how unfair it was that...
Rain dappled pavement, my face pressed against memories. The cab driver asked if I’d mind a second passenger. “No, that’s fine.” In the dim light of a pale late December evening, a woman slid in next to me. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She tapped the cushion in front of her....
Sometimes you work late as I sweep the floors of your building. You put in long hours and everyone looks up to you; you’re such a wonderful boss to so many. If that’s not enough, you never look down on me, smiling as you push the elevator button, a kind...
