A bee nearly killed me. Fourteen years of shots I got! It’s something special about me, my allergies: Peppermint. Bees. Silk. The odd flower. . . The negligee leapt from the ledge. The bouquet came to grief beside the recycling. So much you gave me I couldn’t use. “‘Special’?” You were amused. Naked, sneezing, rubbing […]
Sally Dawidoff
Sally Dawidoff: Self-Portrait Astride A Zamboni ®
The beer’s flowing, and, high in the driver’s seat of an ice resurfacing machine, I’m tipsy in tea-length chiffon. I’m tired of being good. I shall embark on a pattern of mild infractions. I shall give out my sought-after phone number— perhaps to that strapping groomsman I spied from the car as the wedding party […]