LIKE A FAN IN AN ICEBOX by Nicole Kuwik When no one’s home, I sit on the couch with my boots on and stare at last night’s cider, flat and clear, labeled and lame. Across town, someone prints insurance cards for me, and it’s all still. Like a fan in an icebox.
I HAVEN’T SEEN MY FRIEND by Nicole Kuwik in a while, you see, she’s been living and shampooing with this guy for a while somewhere up in the Bronx. But She came to town and we sat over limes and sour mix, trimming split ends and staring at mini vans among mosaic walls.
SLICED BY TEXT by Nicole Kuwik I’ve inspired myself on a Bloody-Mary-Wednesday night, and it’s all so ad-hock, I might just show up after all. Who cares if there’s club soda behind the bars? It’s all burning and unable to escape anyways. A chance melting is anything but romantic when it becomes sliced by text […]
ON THE MARBLE FLOOR by Nicole Kuwik I imagine that it must be pretty scary to be a flailing moth on the marble floor of an office building. Even in the hands of a rescuer, You lose that precious powder by a simple slight of hand, and you’re constricted to the hot concrete, which most […]
GLOW WORMS by Nicole Kuwik Just drunk enough to see the similarities between Edie Sedgwick and a pack of glow worms, doomed amidst their beautiful spindrals, I recall last night’s dream I scream from inside a 1960’s blue polyester dress, as chemicals are sprayed from a vaguely marked white aerosol can with dark brown lettering, […]
IT ALL SEEMS VERY DIGITAL IN THE MORNING by Nicole Kuwik It all seems very digital in the morning and I think I might apathy on your shoes. But then again, many things seem this way when you’ve got to drive it home to Ft. Lauderdale in the dark.
CAUGHT RED-HEADED AT THE FRONT DESK by Nicole Kuwik Caught red-handed at the front desk, we stuff our pockets with bananas, and make a break for the coast. We’ve been walking the streets in uneven boots for so long, that we really don’t know the difference between making out with military volunteers and just watching […]
A CAP FULL OF WHISKEY by Nicole Kuwik A cap full of whiskey and melted Post-it glue in a South Floridian October. The days begin after tolerated wetnose snuggling and pineneedle hair-in-your-eye mirror sessions Put on your makeup. Your father’s handwriting has been honored with visits to the Psychologist at the most inconvenient time of […]
Yesterday by Nicole Kuwik YESTERDAY, I drove by a herd of cattle grazing next to a grave yard digesting remains through several chambers. Rumin donors have always done so involuntarily, via man-made hole in the side, Chained by the neck or penned in a hospital, for instance, inside of any given University of Veterinary Prominence. […]
BLUSH IN “CLASSIC PINK” by nicole kuwik I bought this makeup today, which I used to wear when we spent our days in the murphy bed under that stained ceiling with the cat clawing at our wrists The smell of the blush brought all of this back with a potency that almost made me pick […]