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Four Poems

At night the voices on the patio sound like small darting birds.

Four Poems

Michael McGriff

Four Poems

They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.

Four Poems

Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.

Four Poems

Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?

Four Poems

Who are we? Without one another, who will we be?

Four Poems

There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.

Free Food for Millionaires

Her biggest secret was Jay Currie—her white American boyfriend.

Free Food for Millionaires

Here, Min Jin reads from her novel at Narrative Night, New York City.

Free Food for Millionaires

You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.

Friends

My father would have ended my clandestine career on the spot.

From A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor

She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.

From A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor

Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .

From Boshehr to the Caspian Sea

We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.

From Flood Song

The meeting hall of their bodies piled on lawns caked with dying birds.

From The Judas Ear

Don’t try to find me by spit, by genetic sleuthing, by Are you my?

From “All the Great Territories”

You try to confess your crime of turning the world into words.

Fruit Basket for Extinction

Play hero, sunburned protagonist, awake in our dream.

Gamble

I think there was a center about which I never even thought to ask.

Gargantuan

My childhood is a city where tenderness was frowned upon.

Genesis

I wish I could tell him he’s not going to hell. It would be so freeing for him.

Google This . . .

My new car cost more than my dad’s first house; I Googled it.

Gopher Prairie

She was here. She could not go on. It was the end—the end of the world.

Grace

Hard to know what a prisoner believes, what the guard presumes.

Granddaughters

Our grandmothers were bakers and nurses, spies and traitors.

Grapefruit

The night before my mother’s double mastectomy, we went skinny-dipping.

Grass Moon and Other Poems

You are home in your bed like a soft animal with really intense feelers.

Great Falls

Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.

Great Plains

All of those feelings—you do not have them, they have you.

Grief

He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.