Sometimes I Imagine that My Husband is Brian Doyle.

Not because I want to be married to Brian Doyle instead of Ryan. Clearly:

Brian Doyle:


Ryan Boyce*:

Of course I choose Ryan Boyce. But this doesn’t mean I don’t like to imagine Ryan writing something like this . . . about me:

“Her Numbers” by Brian Doyle

First there is the number I found affixed to the sole of her foot one summer night, as she slept, her hair cascading, her face calm in repose, the faraway hollow ringing of a bay buoy in the night air: 75365, printed on a tiny slip of paper. After a moment I realized that it was the number of the person who had inspected the new sandals my wife had worn that day, but for an arresting instant I thought I had found her secret number, her interior mathematical name, the parade of numerals that had worked its way to the surface of her skin after 30 years, and it sent me swimming into the sea of symbols that attempt to identify, quantify, specify her, to pin her down for a moment in her restless exuberant passage through time.
An impossible task.
She is unaccountable, and numbers slide off her like rain. No number catches her quick grin, the high-beam flash of her eyes, the leap of her mind, the grace of her hand in flight in table talk, the elegance of her neck beneath her gathered hair, the sharp whip-crack of her anger, the calm jumble of her limbs when she is asleep on a summer night, her hair cascading, the buoy bell silvering in the night, a sea breeze sifting through the screen door.

Some men think pleasing a woman is all complicated. That’s always the concern with men, right?: But how do I please her? I don’t know what she wants! She’s so hard to please! *WAAH WAAH WAAH!*

As if this is so hard to do.

Hint: Practice watching her details. And then maybe write about them in a gorgeous two-paragraph essay and publish it on Brevity

*Thank you to Cory Jones for emailing me this picture today. Priceless.


2 Replies to “Sometimes I Imagine that My Husband is Brian Doyle.”

  1. Bahaha…the pictures just make this post. I’ve only read a little of Doyle’s work, but I thought it was pretty spectacular. I wish my future husband wrote like James Joyce…not.

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