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Ismail

The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.

Jellyfish Movement of Ghosts

I taste on my tongue a gunshot of synapses warm and light like butter

Lancaster General Hospital and Other Poems

It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.

Landskein

Instead of attunement, I was given a pair of size 6 Toughskins.

Last Night with the Brothers K

You know that sex isn’t everything. It’s time to get a move on.

Last Things

My sister says, vicious as possible, “Don’t you dare try to protect me.”

Leenie

All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.

Listening and Other Poems

Break me like bread. Take me apart. Strip each rib down to light.

Little Ships

Eleanor opened the door to Nick’s bedroom and felt breathless with fury.

Magi and Other Poems

I’m always driving through the desert, on the interstate’s black river.

Maine Night

Idzia is a little monster. For a monster, though, she’s awfully cute.

Martyr

The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.

Me, Jodie Lynn Malone

I looked up how much everything would cost. Giving birth: $9,000.

Message

I hear my brother’s wife whisper, It’s her again. Let the machine get it.

Midnight Sun

I returned to research a history we’d only known through stories.

My Black Spell and Other Poems

These days I watch the world go by and do not breathe life into it.

My Father at Twenty-Three, on the Highway Side of an Overpass Fence

In all the faded retellings of that night, there’s a lot he left out.

My Father Was a Writer

Cruelty is cruelty and you don’t ask why, you just hit first and hit hard.

Narrative

In my sister’s memory, an old woman chased after the oranges.

Nick Will Be Successful Influential & Will Marry the Pretty Girl and He Didn’t Even Go to Yale

The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.

North to Natoma and Other Poems

It’s been months, and the fields are good for nothing but night talks.

Of Kin and Kind

Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.

Okeechobee

She wants something red and shiny that always works.

Old Lovegood Girls

She had come to the scene where she needed to get them in bed.

On Privacy

He pretended he was in his boat, his cellmate’s flushing, Arctic Ocean.

On the Aggrieved and Other Poems

A man drunk on the damage he made to a boy’s young mouth.

On the Fourteenth Day without a Father

In its shadow, our mislaid secrets cascade down around us.

Or Else

“Jesus Christ,” Dad said, after the counselor spelled it out for him.

Our Fairy Stories

Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.

Our Neighbors the Bells

Our neighbors the Bells are watching, watching us when we play outside.