he can’t see me
June 8, 2015 12:12 PM Subscribe
“One night we were eating spaghetti and meatballs and it fell out and rolled across the kitchen table. You said, ‘Dad, your eye popped out’ and kept on eating. I’ll never forget it. You must have been seven or eight. He felt so bad about that—for your sake.”
“I don’t think it bothered me,” I say.
“He worried it bothered you.”
The Glass Eye, by Jeannie Vanasco
“I don’t think it bothered me,” I say.
“He worried it bothered you.”
The Glass Eye, by Jeannie Vanasco
Candyman, but wearing a golf shirt tucked into jorts.
posted by aaronetc at 2:05 PM on June 8, 2015 [3 favorites]
posted by aaronetc at 2:05 PM on June 8, 2015 [3 favorites]
I'm not a fan of the layout - I kept feeling like I'd lost my place - but that's good writing and I enjoyed it. I stopped breathing a bit too long when I got to this part:
"After that, I lost any confidence I might have had in my intelligence. If I could be tricked by my own mind, then what good was it?
That’s the most frightening part: my thoughts thinking without me."
posted by Clinging to the Wreckage at 2:21 PM on June 8, 2015 [1 favorite]
"After that, I lost any confidence I might have had in my intelligence. If I could be tricked by my own mind, then what good was it?
That’s the most frightening part: my thoughts thinking without me."
posted by Clinging to the Wreckage at 2:21 PM on June 8, 2015 [1 favorite]
A friend not long ago sent me this story [YT link, 14 minutes] from The Moth in 2006, about a) the Kennedy family compound in Massachusetts and b) a glass eye getting kicked out of somebody’s head.
posted by LeLiLo at 3:55 PM on June 8, 2015
posted by LeLiLo at 3:55 PM on June 8, 2015
Her essay about necronyms is forthcoming in the next print issue of the Believer.
What? Yes please. that might make me subscribe to the Believer again.
posted by Potomac Avenue at 5:50 PM on June 8, 2015
What? Yes please. that might make me subscribe to the Believer again.
posted by Potomac Avenue at 5:50 PM on June 8, 2015
On top of spaghetti,
all covered in cheese,
I lost my poor eyeball,
when somebody sneezed.
posted by scalefree at 3:47 PM on June 9, 2015
all covered in cheese,
I lost my poor eyeball,
when somebody sneezed.
posted by scalefree at 3:47 PM on June 9, 2015
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