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I let him record me doing it all. I wanted to watch me be a monster.

home is his hands, our bowls, so many gay fridge magnets.

Thus John Redding grew to manhood, playing, studying and dreaming.

I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.

They give me a pitying look, as if I am alone, and they are invincible.

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

They felt smarter and sexier, especially when together.

It was as the angel speaking of Isaac, a deception, a test to survive.

We didn’t think of ourselves as anything so grand as sex workers.

Here’s the world, sweetheart. One word as small & large as a father.

She’s not the same, her body more naked in its aging, its disorder.

Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?

The rifle slams into my shoulder. Smoke pummels the air.

Here I am, king of the gods, making a fool of myself just to get under your gown.

I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

I was bold, even reckless, in what I wrote, and in how I wrote it.

You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.

there was a boy made of bad teeth & a boy made of stale bread

Poor boy, he only wanted to love some man—who knows who?

The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman. Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.

There was a fish. And then there was the consciousness of robots.

Ghost still pace Georgia, hungry for babies, for husbands.

“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Talinda would have said. If she had known.

I could page the women’s voices in their velvet bags bound with string.

How did I ever survive? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I died back there.

I hadn’t even tried. I was one of the few kids D.A.R.E. had worked on.

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.

Never issue a dare to a dead person. They’ve got all the time in the world.

He glowered even as a little child. Maybe because he has your bad eyes.