Always a Treat, but Nothing Special – Fiction October 1, 1995 I was going to ask S next door out on a date two nights ago, and I didn’t mean to overhear her, but I was listening through the wall and it sounded good.
Lettuce – Fiction February 1, 1995 Too much joy leaves an aching in my heart, An icepick in my heart, And a piece of lettuce between my teeth.