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She’s the Bomb

This is the worst moment of her life, maybe of anybody’s life, ever.

Shiny Things

“Make it look like you’re working on a nearby shelf,” Aunt Mary whispered.

Shirt

Expulsion. He was out, his course set. One word can turn the key.

Shitbird

He’d been lost and tripping vividly on some speckled acid for days.

Shore Ting

I try to get her to drink again. We were okay drunks, before Jesus.

Shorty’s Paradise

The most arcane sexual practices could arouse me from my torpor.

Sin Vergüenza

He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.

Sixty-five Million Years

Perhaps he was not almost sixteen years old, but thirty-five and sick.

Snapshot of My Natural Father and Other Poems

Don’t hitchhike the Mediterranean coast of Algeria in the summer of ’71.

Soir Bleu

The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.

Soledad and Other Poems

Soledad is the name a woman is given, a sentence a woman must serve.

Something Irrevocable

My father left me in the car while he was grabbing one for the road.

Sometimes Only the Sad Songs Will Do

You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.

Spelunk

I looked up from the cave floor to see a guy pointing a handgun at us.

Stealing Time

Maybe all of it was possible. Maybe it all could work out.

Stones

Long and black, almost thick, the night comes to drape my shoulders.

Subject, Verb, Object

Turned out Bauer was one of the ones brought alive by misery.

Suburbia

Henry surprised himself with his inability to start looking for a job.

Sunshine

She had seen him take the crop to a girl for doing nothing at all.

Suspended

For the first two months of class, Toby did barely any writing at all.

Sweet Girl and Other Poems

A man jostles my stride to the street, no shoulder on which to move.

Takeout

Mark looked down at the fortune cookie as if it were a summons.

Terminal Depression: Is It Just Me?

I want to dispute that depression is by definition pathological.

The Adventure of the Illustrious Client

Both Sherlock Holmes and I had a weakness for the Turkish bath.

The Arrest

No one answered. I turned to his parents. My stomach felt on fire.

The Big Trip Up Yonder

Gramps’ will was a fifty-year diary, all jammed onto two sheets.

The Black Cat

The Brother

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

The Car That Loved Water

He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.

The Catch

“I might surprise you,” Mr. Maxi said. Polly hoped he’d go all out.