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| ***BIO*** Jacob McArthur Mooney lives in Canada with his roommates and his oak tree. There is an ocean nearby. Often it is raining. He is thinking about maybe being a schoolteacher. There is a fruitfly on his desk. This one time he ate an entire stick of deodorant to win a bet. He never learned to snowboard. Occasionally, he attends college. Dragons are frightening. He was born in 1983. It was the year of the boar. |
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| With Jane (Doe). Friday. Six P.M. |
| by Jacob McArthur Mooney |
| If you’re going to say
something, do it quickly, we’ve got maybe fifteen minutes before these pills of yours start in. Whatever makes you take so long to eat a meal, or stalls for time in the back of your throat on the telephone, I’m gonna wanna know, eventually. You rear up and bend over at me like this might be it but instead stop short, six inches away, nose to my nose. You look up at me, say “Would we look like an old vase right now, in profile?” I know what you’re trying to say but still don’t answer. You dig up a forgotten blanket from the closet. I click play on the movie screen, you wrap yourself up like a burn victim, rock beside me on the couch. I catch outside the precise second of the cross-fade into evening. You stare at the T.V., eyes blank. Finger- nails digging at the flesh on my leg. |
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| Jan. 2006 |
| 56 |