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Girl in Red

Instead, she stares right at us, her shoulder half-naked in broad daylight.

Good Neighbors

Her anger was white and cold. It sent seams of ice through my heart.

Gossip

Her knees seemed about to give way, and he quickly grabbed her elbow.

Grass Moon and Other Poems

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

Green

A scene from the night before comes rushing forward like a dream.

Grinder

Brod stopped her before she could fling the latte in Marcella’s face.

Grog All Around

Colonel Hammer glares, willing us to attention. A few pilots sit up.

Grown-Up Land

The day was beyond the reach of words like tragic and hilarious.

Gwendolyn, or Shame Intruding Briefly on Guilt

The barman emanated paranoia, the male customers sat introspecting.

Hall’s Index

Donald Hall

Hands

The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.

happy hour

Come winter, they go to the funeral early & count the living.

Hard

She has a small solid mess of troubles she longs to upchuck.

Hardview Hotel

Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.

Heavy Lifting

His chest was sweaty and his T-shirt stuck to it, bleeding black.

Here, on the Frontier of Promise and Other Poems

I want to step out into sun to scintillate for waves to come and spray.

Hiding in Thickets

When nobody knows where you are, you get to talk however you want.

History

Jack picked me up in a car with a greasy-potato sex smell.

Ho, Beefalo!

The specimen, a man oblivious, is beautiful to behold, perfect, enough.

Hoopster

If I weaseled out of Bible study a little early, he’d speed me to the gym.

Hortense on Tuesday Night

What’s wrong with easy? I mean, who wants sex to be hard work?

House-sitting

She pictures her suitcase covered in blood, wishing for anything to happen.

Houseboys

Any white man without a servant was presumed to be in need of help.

Housecleaning

Crescencia knew that it was a sin to be in love with a married man.

How I Feel about You

It was more fun to get drunk with a friend than with a lover.

How to Be a Real Indian

Claim to be Choctaw or Cherokee. Claim to be a princess too.

How to Lose Everything in Twelve Easy Steps

Wake up drenched in sweat, with fatigue that reaches to your marrow.

Hunger

As soon as I heard his voice, I felt as if a wind had swept through my head.

I Did Like Butter

It had always been this way. Mothering, for my mother, was a cameo role.

I Long to Kiss You: Napoli in the Time of Coronavirus

She looked at him with sorrow, and surprise, despite all the news.