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In the Museum of the Americas

Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

We were alone in the world, and we had left dear ties behind us.

Independence Day and Other Poems

The old-timer outside the guard station was knifing his own tires.

Indira

Everyone roared at her wit. Ravenous children prowled like tigers.

Infinite Earth

A knife left by an untraced foot marks where to lay the body—fácil.

Innocence and Other Poems

Phaethon thought he could drive the sun but was struck down to earth.

Ipi Ntombi

The sounds of Africa exploded around the white men and women.

Is It Okay to Be Okay Again?

We know that we were lied to, the disaster was worse than we feared.

Iscariot and Other Poems

Let those shadows sift the spirits of their children from the silt.

Islands

My wife fell in love with a dancer. A woman. I came here to get away.

It Is Pretty Cold

Whitman may just mean: it is pretty cold, but there’s always colder.

It Might Be a Hurricane Year

she was right—hurricane being the name of the feeling, the twist of it.

Italy

They wrapped him in bandages from all three kits. The old man watched them.

It’s a Young Country

We say America you are magnificent and we meant we are heartbroken.

I’ll Take Best Picture, Please

They believed that the American movie should be taken seriously.

Jangmi

It was as if we were shedding our very selves to become someone else.

Jennifer Egan

I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.

Jerusalem According to Cats

A friend said she hated the State of Israel because it killed her cat.

John Barth, Undergraduate Academic Adviser

Barth looked after his students beyond anything expected of him.

Journey to Kars

In a few days the troops were to go further on. I left the next day.

Junot Díaz

One of the most important human capacities is compassion.

Justice

Do we hunger after conflict as much as we hunger after justice?

Kinam Hotel

Sometimes these fools shoot themselves, playing with their weapons.

Lagos

No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.

Lancaster General Hospital and Other Poems

It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.

Landscapes with Lester

I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.

Last Flight from Bordeaux

I bought chips from the one open store, but can’t figure out how to eat them.

Left Behind Looks for the Apsaras

Left Behind climbed the Octopus Tree to find the source of fire.

Letter from Mexico

The talk was heady, but the conversations were dead-ends.

Letters to a Young Writer