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Lucky

The pumpkins are looking up my skirt, making orange a kind of festive.

Lust

We drove, talking fast, fast, fast. He was always going for my zipper.

L’entracte

She stopped, turned toward him, placed her hand on his chest.

Making Things Up

Oh shit! I had that a while ago. Didn’t think I still did. So, so sorry.

Mary Gaitskill

Sex can be revelatory. Essential nature emerges in sex.

Men Against Violence

You’re feminist? Neither one of you. You just like getting into fights.

Men and Dogs

Praise the ease of it: how simple it is to tell the dog he loves her.

Military Ball

Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.

Miss Burma

All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.

Miss Grief

The success is deserved, I think: certainly it was not lightly gained.

Museum and Other Poems

Some days it seems like enough to look in the glass for glazed relief.

Muslim Girlhood

I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the Other.

My Black Spell and Other Poems

These days I watch the world go by and do not breathe life into it.

My First Boy

He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.

My Neighbors Make a Ghost

Even Medusa was beautiful once, before the sea, snakes, stone. Any chimera is regal if you turn a certain way. Even Medusa was beautiful.

Naming

I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.

Nana

We didn’t think of ourselves as anything so grand as sex workers.

Narrative 10

I love talking to girls. That’s why I’ve written so much about them.

Narrative 10

“Nobody asked you to write.” Over time, I realized it was a magic key.

Nightjar

We wondered at their habits and gave them little poems for names.

No One Knows the Way to Heaven

Here’s the world, sweetheart. One word as small & large as a father.

Nonconcordant

I hear pleasure ringing, and I wonder what led us to this moment.

Nowhere, Australia

Navigating the trailer park at night felt like a raid on a strange village.

Obsession

Ever since she believed he was cheating, she felt erotically obsessed.

Occidental Hotel

She’d ransacked his heart the moment she unlocked the door.

Ode to Sex

my grandparents lay in a room listening to their legs rub together

Ode: Feeling Up My Friend’s Sister at the Moment Their Drunken Father Begins the Dog Slaughter

She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.

of the propoetides

our hands are full of those women tricked or transformed.

Old Friends

His chest rose and fell softly, in time, it seemed, to the song.

on a list of games that buddha would not play, number 12 is

so easily impressed when wet / so easy / to see through when turned / off