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Ironing

All her sisters have gone to bed, dreaming dreams not like the wakeful.

Is Glistening

The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.

Iscariot and Other Poems

Let those shadows sift the spirits of their children from the silt.

It Was a Small Room

The room barely fit a bed, a chest of drawers, and a rocker, all not hers.

i’m sorry, i’m sorry

home is his hands, our bowls, so many gay fridge magnets.

I’m Sorry, Thank You

“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”

Jackpot

Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.

Jackson Hole

The house is full of houseguests and they’re giving Netflix a workout.

Jane

It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.

Jellyfish Movement of Ghosts

I taste on my tongue a gunshot of synapses warm and light like butter

Jennifer Egan

I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.

Just Going Out

I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.

Kartika

It was the day I told a lie that would embarrass me for years to come.

Keeping Up

Each Kardashian is completely capable of being alone at night.

Kicking Bear and Short Bull Give Their Testimony

Charge the ground till it glitters. It was God’s pleading in that rink.

Kristina, Goodbye

I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.

Lagos

No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.

Lancaster General Hospital and Other Poems

It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.

Landskein

Instead of attunement, I was given a pair of size 6 Toughskins.

Learning the Ancestors’ Tongues and Other Poems

In the republic of pain, we bloom ice bags and crutches on limbs.

Learning Yiddish

I’m told that even during war, she took the time to put on lipstick.

Leenie

All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.

Legacies

the woman wiped her hands on her apron saying “lord these children”

Lester Leaps In

No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.

Light and Shadow

There was something that eluded me, that was always outside the frame.

Listening to Angels

Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.

Little Selves

She closed her mind to all familiar shapes and strained back.

Little Ships

Eleanor opened the door to Nick’s bedroom and felt breathless with fury.

Love Language

Over the air conditioner, she hears, unmistakable, the bleating of a siren.

Love Song to the Man Announcing Powwows and Rodeos

Don’t send me home without a round of applause if not a title.