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Jay RobinsonHome MoviesSome nights they filmed
themselves and called it pornography. The acting was amazing. A montage where she peeled an orange in one long, teasing curl, and the hairs of his forearms stood up like it was early morning in late October. They kept the movies on her hard drive. He titled them snuff films, including one in which she relit the pilot light on the oven, wore his flannel shirt, and said, Nothing makes me scream more than the thought of annotation. In most cases the plot advancements lacked proper context. Special effects involved a fruit fly on the lens, the sticker on an apple. Someday, he said, someone is going to watch these and write a PhD thesis in disappearing ink. She didn’t say anything at all. She didn’t have to. |
Jay Robinson teaches Creative Writing and English Composition at The University of Akron and Ashland University. He's Co-Editor-in-Chief/Reviews Editor of Barn Owl Review and Associate Editor of the Akron Series in Poetics. Poems have appeared in Anti-, The Laurel Review, The North American Review, among others. Prose has appeared in Poetry and Whiskey Island. |
