Status Updates From Birds of America

“ I am thinking of the dancing bodies magnificent in ostentatious scorn. This is how we offer ourselves, enter heaven, enter speaking: we say with motion, in space, This is what life’s done so far down here; this is all and what and everything it’s managed— this body, these bodies, that body— so what do you think, Heaven? What do you fucking think?”

Finished the first two short stories.. I love slightly glum depictions of women and all their idiosyncrasies.

Overheard, or recorded, all marital conversation sounds as if someone must be joking, though usually no one is.

When you told a stupid joke to God and got no response, was it that the joke was too stupid, or not quite stupid enough?

She has been given way too much to cope with in life. Did God have her mixed up with someone else? Get a Job, she shouted silently to God. Get a real Job.