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I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.

How’s everything? It’s been forever! Things with me are pretty good.

I wanted from my father what I had never wanted or sought: his advice.

When a cobra eats it starts with the head, goes to the place that thinks.

I wish to see the land release my heart from the corpse of longing.

He phones from across the country after lying in the grass with another.

All these barns with their busted spidery limbs strewn over the lupine.

She has wings of rouge on her cheekbones, her beak blood red.

He left the Meijer in the dark of the April evening and drove to the Embassy.

Bees may not be bought. Our children may never know apples.

may your harvest fit in a sack may none of your apples be sweet

In three years he had made her forget that blindness meant not seeing.

The night was clear, a fat kingfish moon in the sky with stars.

After the child died they mourned oddly. She wanted another.

A queen bobcat lives in the hollow base of a dead cypress.

“Bo? I need you to be a big boy now,” she said. “Are you ready?"

I asked for water, and he shot me a look of henpecked resentment.

Song where a house becomes a dandelion in a puff of savage wind.

Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.

The story is filled with demarcations, limits, invisible as well as overt.

Nobody knows where I am, Ned thought. No one in the whole world.

On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.

I saw Baryshnikov twice. Heard Pavarotti, Marsalis, and Ma.

A boy who makes dinosaurs from blue clay, each one with three hearts.

Death is a home unseen by the side of the road, the rifle barrel aimed.

I saw my mother’s face turn dark like the winter sky before a storm.

When I see buffaloes run I think of love—how it is held.

Here’s a first, he said, some nutbag wants to dig the grave himself.

It’s so good to see you, she kept saying. You too, he said. She led him around the house to the places she’d stored his things. They had broken up five months earlier, while still long distance.