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Coming of Ageexpand_moreI will leave the pills in their bottles, I will leave the bottles by my bed.
The boy in the woods was a secret. My secret. My first real secret.
Barth looked after his students beyond anything expected of him.
Thus John Redding grew to manhood, playing, studying and dreaming.
Sometimes I wonder if he—my father—looks back on that moment.
I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.
Takis brought down the demons that would pursue him the rest of his life.
No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.
I came to computers while trying to run away from literature.
All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.
He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.
“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”
She was so beautiful and sweet to us. I remember she laughed a lot.
I felt that Teddy occupied a range below acceptability, even among boys.
I began to look for evidence of my father’s duplicity in his body.
Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
We drove, talking fast, fast, fast. He was always going for my zipper.
Their leader is a badly wounded boy in need of wounding others.
He was shirtless and showcasing a large tattoo of the Twin Towers.
“Your mother’s fine,” Giuseppe said. “We’re all completely fine.”
The attendant instructs remember, immerse three times.
Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.
Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.
Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.
Some days it seems like enough to look in the glass for glazed relief.
I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the Other.
He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
Even Medusa was beautiful once, before the sea, snakes, stone. Any chimera is regal if you turn a certain way. Even Medusa was beautiful.
Susan Ann so wants to be that girl—daring, free, divinely sensual.
