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Emergency

The blade was buried to the hilt in the outside corner of his left eye.

Eminent Domain

He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.

Enjoys Being Held

I’ve made a rigorous effort. But it’s been hard, this hug embargo.

Ergonomy: Part 1

I bought the gun after my therapist said he wouldn’t have sex with me.

Ergonomy: Part 2

“Listen,” Mike said. “You’ve had a hard day. How about I drive you home?”

Ergonomy: Part 3

I will never know what my mother guessed or didn’t suspect.

Erratica

I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.

Even-Steven

“Your mom is awake,” I said. “You need to go in and see her.”

Exercise

forget how to count starting with your own age starting with even numbers

Exhibits: After the Dam Flooded the Town of Vantage

You can dive still see half the Spanish castle, its stone pile a trap

Faith

I don’t know who he wants to be, and it’s not because I haven’t asked.

Fallout

Sue Mell

Fame

A nearly perfect guitar fell from the sky and landed in my mom’s azaleas.

Far West

“The rattlesnakes glow in the dark, man. You should see them.”

Farallon

He wondered how others lived with their sins. Maybe they never did.

fare

you always have something in store for me. bad news.

Fathers and Sons

He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.

Feeding the Lions

If someone looked into his eyes they would see how ugly his mind was.

Fever

Motionless at the window. Forehead beaded with a line of fevered moons.

Field Notes, Sketches, and Watercolors: Birds of the High Plains

She examines her left hand, finger by finger, gripping and pinching the flesh.

First Light

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

Fisher Cat

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

Fisherman’s Daughter

Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.

Five Poems

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

Five Poems

In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.

Five Poems

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

Flames

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

Florette

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

Forced to Grow

We had run out of every necessity. You name it, we didn’t have it.

Four Poems

Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.