Teresa Leo

What we will remember is this— in the graveyard late at night, the brief curve of the body as we hoisted ourselves up the cemetery wall, that moment of hanging when weight shifted back to some image of ourselves holding out like kids in our parents’ kitchens when love fell away in knives and screams; […]

I’m an off-ramp, a throughway, the last exit on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, where the cashier said I look like a cross between Elaine from Seinfeld and Alanis Morissette, or his high school prom date, who he left to get high with a cheerleader, bleachers, blackout, a second down at the last home football game of […]

But it’s the million and first, say, that begins in a cab to Woodside, Queens with a hockey player, who’s also a musician and a city planner, who might be a one-night stand, but he’s the best kisser you’ve come across in years, with a face that’s all elegy and nostalgia, edges but smooth, the […]

A year of surfing the profiles, where the men look for women the way women shop for shoes— ordering their size in a variety of styles: slingback, hook & loop, stiletto, the most impractical ones with points at the toes not built for a human foot, but the excitement of how they look in pictures, […]