Tag Archives: memory

The Heavy Click

Posted on March 31, 2024 by jillbpearlman

Because the couch didn’t mean anything to him –the guy I knew in my 20s who hightailed itevery time a girl moved her couch to his place.  Because he was foul-mouthed and funny, it stuck; I high-tailed it also, livingon my … Continue reading →

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Mellow the Morning After

Posted on December 25, 2022 by jillbpearlman

The morning after, the room exhalesits smoke and mellow wax.Bivalves cradle each other on a forgotten plate.Lip prints, crumpled napkins, the tint of sun like an unmade bed — all that happened, happened,in an instant of excess;like a poem, it … Continue reading →

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What gives in Florida, Hamlet?

Posted on December 18, 2017 by jillbpearlman

Petite mort, as the French call orgasm, is a little death but also an ecstasy.  And in ecstasy, experience compresses in a single dose of timelessness. By that logic, my quick trip to Florida last week was a little ecstasy. … Continue reading →

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