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It was half the Spanish he knew—stop, I have a shotgun.

All my life I have noted that my thinking was atavistic, totemic.

Window widows we were once, like lonely oil spilled on sullied beaches.

The ego with which we began filters away as love accumulates below.

Centrifugal force circled the beasts until they swirled airborne.

A woman pushing a walker understands—gravel can be pain.

It comes as no surprise that everything is flying toward one point.

Anytime I drifted off I wished to wake up against a cold, silent body.

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

Gramps’ will was a fifty-year diary, all jammed onto two sheets.

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

A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.

He’s clear about his wishes: to die in this house, in his own bed.

When the coach called again, Wayne felt his temper slipping.

He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.

I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.

Over salad, the Frenchman asked me about work and what I did.

Why is a duel out of the question? Men are all cocks; they should fight.

You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.

Lying in wait, set to pounce on the page, are letters up to no good.

Thus is the way of leaves the secret ones that no one sees, not even me

He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.

The letter both pleased and disturbed her. Why did he get in touch?

A man sits in the Institute of National Memory examining files.

She could not remember what Past and Present stood for.

The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.

My friend Angela, who is also my roommate, got me into stripping.