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Le Chien

Napoleon, who can say you don’t deserve my allegiance?

Learning to Be Still

All afternoon it rains on the traffic outside my window. It’s nothing new.

Leaving the Gym, I Smoke One Cigarette, Then Another

First a mother puts her child to sleep, then the other way around.

Leenie

All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.

Leftovers

He can’t remember the last time they made love. It has become a game.

Lester Leaps In

No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.

Let Him Go On, Mama

He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.

Liability

You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.

Life Is Meals

The wine was administered to Theo’s lips, and then the rest of us.

Light and Shadow

There was something that eluded me, that was always outside the frame.

Light as Imagined through a Body of Ice

An expansion into light, or we could have been, or were for a moment.

Lighted Room

I’m going to cut me some ham and wait for death to lace his boots.

Likeness Makes Its Solitary Way Seeking the Lost Whole

Call it an echo. Like a sketch of the moon as the moon lies in silvery forms.

Listen to Me

Mark was spending his life with one of the world’s weaklings.

Listening to Angels

Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.

Little Ships

Eleanor opened the door to Nick’s bedroom and felt breathless with fury.

Little White Birds

I began to look for evidence of my father’s duplicity in his body.

Looking for the Differences

I am struck by the otherness of things rather than their sameness.

Looters

He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.

Lorrie Moore

What can go heartbreakingly wrong, and what would you do?

Losing My Mother

“We know what can happen,” Mike says. “We choose to do this.”

Losing the Farm

I did lose my dirty fingernails and ragged legs, my purpled forearms.

Lou and Liz

Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.

Love

A suitcase of the body slapped with stickers of scars from every location.

Love Language

Over the air conditioner, she hears, unmistakable, the bleating of a siren.

Lullaby

Something has to be what this is, old and primitive, and it sounds like this.

Maine Night

Idzia is a little monster. For a monster, though, she’s awfully cute.

Mama’s House

In the Nablus apartment she remembers rolling hills of citrus.

Marauder with Flag

I’m not afraid of dying. I’ve died on camera before. It’s not so bad.

Margaret Atwood

You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.