by Ariel Maccarone I drink my tea cold. That’s just the way it goes. It’s how I prefer it. And I know it sounds crazy. But anyone who really knows me knows that I prefer to eat like I did as a child – everything lukewarm and just a bit too sweet. I take at … Continue reading SO, NOW, DARLING
by Ariel Maccarone The fact that I am a lesbian does not stifle in the slightest my desire to seduce the man in front of me, my friend’s friend whom I met only ten minutes ago. Whose thigh I casually put my hand on while we laughed. “I am gay,” I reassure him in my … Continue reading IS THIS OKAY?
by Ariel Maccarone Is it bad that I fell in love with a boy just because he died? That, in some weird, fucked up way I thought it was romantic that he died so young? Sixteen – stupid unadultered perfection. He never lived long enough to fail – or to become remarkable, but I neglected … Continue reading IS IT BAD THAT I FELL IN LOVE WITH A DEAD KID?
by Ariel Maccarone When I imagine them, I imagine them as boys. I imagine the days of sun that would have leathered once soft adolescent skin, revealing the men they would become. Their bodies would be covered in freckles and bleached arm hair. Smiles would have yet carved themselves into lines. Their eyebrows would have … Continue reading THE ANITA COBBY MURDER