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Sweat Angels

Sweat Angels

Put yourself in bad positions, they’ll remind us. Address your weaknesses.

Switch

Ghost still pace Georgia, hungry for babies, for husbands.

Sympathy

She was thinking about what she would say when the time came.

Takeout

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

Talinda

“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Talinda would have said. If she had known.

Talk to Me

“Whoa, look—the monkey prof. Can you believe it? He was just on TV.”

Teenage Riot and Other Poems

I’m trying to manage my dumb-dumb time machine brain and be here.

That

That there are five sturdy red Gerber daisies in a jar on the table.

That Final Paper You Want from Me

The consensus was that all the great writers drank way too much.

The Adventure of the Illustrious Client

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

The Ambitious Guest

“I have always had a gift of feeling what is in other people’s hearts.”

The Aphorisms of Henry Adams

The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.

The Arms of Saturday Night

“were all here pregaming. at my dads apt. Wher the duck are u.”

The Art of Becoming a Citizen: A Meditation

It begins on the sunny morning of November 14, 1960.

The Barbarians

It was good they were Africans, she thought. It meant less danger.

The Beginnings of a Storm

It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.

The Black Hole

When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.

The Blessing

We were hurtling close to a hundred miles an hour through the dark.

The Blue Hotel

“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”

The Brother

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

The Brute

I open the gift: a small ocelot, its mouth a cave, pearl teeth waiting.

The Bulls at San Luis

Stopping it, Cye knows, is like stopping a tsunami with a tennis racket.

The Captain’s Roses

In that instant, Niel lost one of the most beautiful things in his life.

The Car That Loved Water

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

The Chief Inspector’s Daughter

I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.

The Child-Who-Was-Tired

The Cigarette Garden

Of late a graduate student named Cassius has joined our ranks.

The Clicking of Cuthbert

The division of the community had become more marked than ever.

The Cliff

Meghan Dunn