Deep Cuts

by Holly Brickley

But mostly it’s just been Joe, or the fantasy of Joe, and that’s lasted for so long that I’m worried it’s gotten to a point where Joe has become…” I couldn’t say the rest out loud. It was too predictable.

“Hey Ya!” was the first time I learned that I liked to dance;

“He makes me feel good,” I managed. “You make me feel small, and bitter.”

“You know Joanna Newsom is straight, right?” “I don’t believe it,” she said. “She plays a harp.”

The Bush years were ending, I wrote; you could feel it on the dance floor.

Honestly, how many different ways is it even possible for the same two people to break each other’s hearts?”