Category: Tell Me

Stories and Poetry

September 19

Peter Hujar, Brooklyn Basketball Court, 1976, Courtesy of the Peter Hujar Archive
Peter Hujar, Brooklyn Basketball Court, 1976, Courtesy of the Peter Hujar Archive


A man who I thought was just very sleepy and whose sleepiness really intrigued me like wow I’ve never been that sleepy on the train that I was slumping over like that: Well he turned out to be drunk or I assumed he was drunk. He began vomiting into his hands. He didn’t seem sick to me until that outburst of fluids.  Continue reading


Aldrin Valdez, "Sometimes (after Henry Darger)" 2013-14, digital collage
Aldrin Valdez, “Sometimes (after Henry Darger)” 2013-14, digital collage


Buses & Elocution

Out here in Nassau County, Long Island most of the people that take public transportation are people of color, workers earning low wages, and immigrants on their way to work or to school. When he was a teenager, BoyBoy aspired to be white, but if you had asked him then, he’d have had no idea what you were talking about. Instead say Hollister and say blond. Say not wanting to smell like the fish his sister just cooked before he went to school. Stress the soft TH sounds instead of the hard T, F not P: First, myTHology, THree, PHoenix, Four, Full, Faggot, teeTH, Five. Even Filipino, which he is. ConFused, too. He hated taking the bus.

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Three Poems by Chana Porter


Sadie Scheffer
Sadie Scheffer

Spider and I 


So just like that, I’m in a room filled with ghosts. To paint you a picture, the room is fairly shabby, wall paper peeling, floor creaking with disrepair. The ghosts don’t mind, they’re busy setting up for a name day party. They place ghostly deviled eggs on ornate ghostly platters. Drip drip drip go the pipes.

A tiny spider scurries across the scarred floorboards and in an instant it swells,

growing huge with a warm, human face.

David! I cry. David, it’s so good to see you! Omigosh, I didn’t expect to see you here! And I had no idea you were a spider!

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Micro Play: New Michigan in the Year 2234


POLICE OFFICER Papers please.

BRIDGET Which ones?

POLICE OFFICER Do you have a license for your vagina?

BRIDGET Oh, yes. Here you go.

POLICE OFFICER This is your menstruation license, I need your vagina license, form 309-C.

BRIDGET I only have 309-B on me, my license to menstruate.

POLICE OFFICER How long have you had a vagina, ma’am?

BRIDGET Er, as long as I can remember.

POLICE OFFICER You have to carry form 309-C when you bring your vagina in public, you know this.

BRIDGET I know, I know. I forgot, I was just running out to buy some microchips.

POLICE OFFICER I’ll need to confiscate it.

BRIDGET My vagina?

POLICE OFFICER Yes. You can get it back from the Department of Happiness and Mental Hygiene on Monday.

BRIDGET Do you want my hands too?

POLICE OFFICER Do you have a license for wearing that bracelet?

BRIDGET No, I don’t. Here, take them. Take it all. Take my hands, my vagina, my left toe, and my bicuspids!

POLICE OFFICER I will. Thank you. You can pick them up from the DHMH when you file form 309-C.

BRIDGET I’ll fill it out using my right toe. Good day to you sir.

POLICE OFFICER Good day, ma’am.