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First Law of Thermodynamics and Other Poems

I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.

First Light

I know exactly what to do when Papa has a seizure in the middle of the night.

Five Poems

I told you how I’ve always been attracted to little violences.

Five Poems

I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

Five Poems

He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.

Five Poems

Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.

Five Poems

Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.

Five Poems

Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.

Flames

His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.

Flash Flood

Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.

Flora

What right had Flora, of all people, to pronounce on what was strange?

Florette

When he bent close to her, his balaclava glowed silvery in the dying sunlight.

Food for the Common Cold

“I wonder what will stay longer,” Frick said. “Me or that headstone.”

Foreclosure

Thank goodness Dad died—sounds awful but he left his condo paid for.

Formula

A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.

Fort Pierce, Florida

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he says. “Are you all right?”

Four Poems

The walls pull apart like a troubled couple, finally deciding to hold.

Four Poems

Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?

Four Poems

Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.

Four Poems

This is the stupid math of loving another human being.

Four Poems

I am veins and breath, the entrance the world passes through.

Four Poems

There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.

Four Poems

The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.

Four Poems

At night the voices on the patio sound like small darting birds.

Four-Night Fight

He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.

Four-Night Fight

He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.

Friday Night Fish Fry

He says to his boots, “Well, suppose we went for fish.”

From A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor

She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.

From After Love

With these fingers, afraid and aware, I stroke your delicate skin.

From His Recent Collection, Our Story Begins

Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."