"Brief Interviews with Hideous Men"

Yes, I'll stick with DFW's non-fiction work.

• Against the red their sharp connected tops form a spiked line, an EKG of the dying day.
• In all things they are proud of you, satisfied, and they have retreated to the warm distance from which pride and satisfaction travel. You all get along well.
• immoderate swells and swivels that melt in light into a surrounding space that cups and accommodates the soft curves as things precious.
• The way the board protrudes from shadow into light and you can’t see past the end. When it all turns out to be different you should get to think. It should be required.
• The weight and abrasion of their disappearance leaves little bits of soft tender feet behind, bits and shards and curls of skin that dirty and darken and tan as they lie tiny and smeared in the sun at the end of the board. They pile up and get smeared and mixed together. They darken in two circles.
• she’s all down and bent over in like bitchslapping herself in the head and still doing manual field stresses on this gate area product
• puts on her best pink jeans did I mention she’s got on these pink jeans and heels that say fuck me in like myriads of major world languages