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The Brother

He held a screwdriver to the fleshy underside of Peggy’s neck.

The Crazing of the Lagniappe

A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.

The Cutter

He’s got a nice, deep kind of voice. He doesn’t sound redneck at all.

The Death of Prince Andrei

“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.

The Delinquents

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

The Desperate Place

I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.

The Distance Home

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

The Dream of Adoration and Other Poems

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

The Halverson Brothers

We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter

So long as there was money, the girl felt established, and brutally proud.

The Hotel Macabre

At straight-up noon, the honeymoon was ruined, one day in.

The Indianness

I went for a natural, “I look pretty even when I’m giving birth,” look.

The Lady’s Murder

The Lost Sister: An Elegy

She could not have known how uncannily she resembled me.

The Lucky Bastard

It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.

The Mentally Ill Are Not Alone

“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”

The Misses Moses

Miss Moses smiled, I could take you, buster. Don’t try anything with me.

The Mountains of Korea and Other Poems

He whispers words that sound as miraculous as the skinned fish of the clouds my father writhed like pentecostal snakes while he drove drunk

The Musician

She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.

The Night I Watched My Twelve-Year-Old Brother Get Cuffed & Taken from Our Home, Tearing Up, Saying: “I Didn’t Do It!”

Of course he escaped. He would be the one. My legendary brother.

The Photographs of Your Life

I saw it on her face that day, a look like her heart would drift into the sky.

The River

He said, You have no brother. I didn’t know what he meant. I do now.

The Strange Detective

“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.

The Strength of Fields

He was warm that way, always tender, and maybe that’s the worst part.

Three Poems

Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.

Three Poems

My brother stealing all the lightbulbs, my parents live without light.

Three Poems

Think how you move, how a room changes with your smallest breath.

Three Stories

I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.

Time in the Burn Ward and Other Poems

I awakened on my belly—my back a raw field from nape to heels.

Titan

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.