My Bliss, by Bonnie Jo Campbell, explores marriage. Or, marrying things and not marrying things. It is a short short story, and very strange. Here's a line: "How foolish, my marrying the truck, the shovel, the hair, the hope, the broom, the mail—oh, waiting and waiting for the mail to come!" From Pank. From LitHub, Eileen Myles in … Continue reading weekend reading →