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I bow to the life being lived in this finch on my terrace this morning.

Your friends are sniffing glue from a paper bag in the back of an Impala.

The laughter rises like the roar of a train as the men leap to their feet.

The first rule of the house is that everything must be even stevens.

He bound me to blind obedience, for which I’d shown a propensity.

Histories we spin from lust, our tongues heavy and soaked.

After you have read all you possibly can there may be a few lines left.

I want to sleep in a bed next to a man who won’t dream of me all night.

My “lonelymaking.” Also known as my horrible secret, continent-wide.

The night shower is a personal pan-blizzard, a folklore-free zone.

I wore the rose pants for weeks without telling anyone.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.

Morie Johnson was successful. I am not a hooker. I am only a thief.

“You’re great with people. Ever since you got over the drooling problem.”

I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.

“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”

The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”

Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.

“Wanna give it a go?” my brother asks, nudging me with his 12-gauge.

We fed our dreams inevitable sins, the kind you lie about till you grow mean.

He squinted and looked off a little beyond where we were.

Bright rot laces the air, light sharpens each leaf. On our way to fallow, fire.

We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.

When you write the story of being a father don’t leave out the joy.

Louise watched from the shadow. She was looking for somewhere to land.

There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.