Every Friday afternoon after work I eat matzo balls and think of my old roommate Seth who hated them but loved to dumpster dive and make soup from vegetables he found
I got fired from my job for going to the bathroom too often. 22 trips a day. The job was boring, averaging 23 cups of coffee per day to stay awake.
Mary’s been married thirteen years and has three kids. Last night, she woke up to find her bed littered with love notes she wrote to a boy when she was eleven.
I had knuckle soup for lunch again today; stewed ball-bearings are for dinner. I figure I’ll be dead by summer. Everyone else thinks otherwise, but they don’t know what I eat.
Thanks to Crane's Bill for the Form
Frank Sauce
- By Jeffrey Bershaw
- from Portland, OR
- I'll try to write as little as possible. I'm a little man with high hopes, pipe dreams and little machines inside that keep me writing.
- More About Frank Sauce
- Painting by Anna Todaro
Recent Sections
- Just call him Mr. Potato Head
- Frankly, Frank Sauce, we aren't amazed
- Nada Gordon Thinks Frank Sauce is a Dolt
- Nada Gordon thinks Frank Sauce is an Asshole
- Poetic Torque or Toetic Porque?
- A Mind Market In Oregon
- Dante, The Devine Comedy and Love (enlightenment)
- After The First Moment of Spring Already Happened
- A Glum Window
- There is is There
Sections
- September 2005
- October 2005
- November 2005
- February 2006
- March 2006
- April 2006
- May 2006
- June 2006
- July 2006
- August 2006
- September 2006
- October 2006
- November 2006
- December 2006
- January 2007
- February 2007
- March 2007
- April 2007
- May 2007
- June 2007
- July 2007
- August 2007
- September 2007
- October 2007
- November 2007
- December 2007
- January 2008
- February 2008
- March 2008
- April 2008
- May 2008
- June 2008
- October 2008
- January 2009
- February 2009
- April 2009
- May 2009
- June 2009
- July 2009
- August 2009
- October 2009
- January 2010
- February 2011
- March 2011
- March 2012
- April 2012
- August 2013
- October 2013
0 Responses to “31 Straight Up”
Leave a Reply