Sheep

I think the people across the street
Have a matching sheep.
Except their hangs on the wall.
And mine stand up,
Tall.

Staff Pricks. I mean Picks!

I wrote some picks for McNally Jackson yesterday. It may take days, weeks, for these to make their way up to the shelf. I Am A Bunny just sells so goddamn well.

Swimming Studies
Leanne Shapton

Shapton writes about being good at swimming but wanting to be great at it,
which transfers to being an artist or a writer, or frankly, a human being.
If you are in love with the person you want to be, but aren't there yet,
this book is for you.

Not Me
Eileen Myles

When someone recently asked me who Eileen Myles was, I said: Poet.
Bostonian. Lesbian. Glorious godsend of a voice that cannot be replicated.
I may or may not be stalking her.

Self-Help
Lorrie Moore

Moore is a master of craft. Any one of these nine stories will leave you
insatiably grasping for more —for MOORE! Oh God!

Norwegian Wood
Haruki Murakami

Coming of age in Japan apparently means lots of sex with older women, and
troubled women, and women in general.

The Witches
Roald Dahl

Customer:  But do you think it's a good idea to have children reading
scary things?
Me:  Oh, I think it's a great idea.

Kinfolk

The cover of this month’s Kinfolk, a magazine dedicated to “gatherings” and food, is a sickeningly gorgeous photo of a couple, their legs entwined, sitting on a log. I decide they are beautiful, and I hate them. I am at work, and I pick up an extra copy from behind the cash wrap, hold it up to my co-worker, and say, “They are so fucking in love, and it makes me sick.” Later, in the bathroom, I laugh weakly at my reflection when I remember a customer’s expression: surprise, but also pity. For me.