In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

Some Like It Hot Marilyn must have washed off the lollipop in her last shot glass of whisky. Swishing from the hotel to the dock, she’s pushing her bias-cut dress to its limits. Her love interest promises a yacht full of pillows and wave crests white as toothpaste. On the television screen, the moon is just as high and temporary as it is outside my window. Moonlight hits her soft shoulders the same way it hits the slate roof of the birdfeeder and the standing water where I overwatered the begonias. My wife is upstairs, unpacking her winter clothes, though she knows the seasons never really change in Florida. She’ll start making chili in November. Like last year, after the move, she’ll tell me she admires the names Ezra and Susanna. Marilyn, can’t you see he’s just another horn player? I’ll fall asleep on the couch before the end, as I always do, not knowing if a bucket of sea shells, instead of Shell Oil, will please her. 55 ...

Share