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Life Choicesexpand_moreI hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.
I should look at what I’ve done. How loosely she let him come to me.
Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.
The clearest memory was when his father shot a grizzly.
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.
In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.
He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.
Don’t hitchhike the Mediterranean coast of Algeria in the summer of ’71.
If you’re going to take a degree, take one from the best school you can.
Society was imposing, like something out of an English drama.
The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.
I could shoot you and nobody would say boo. I’m within my rights.
His thoughts swirl around him. Maybe women aren’t women anymore.
On Christmas Day, we lost one of our great advocates for poetry.
The sight of her belly ring and the smooth, tight canopy of flesh.
My father left me in the car while he was grabbing one for the road.
On this small island, everyone knows who comes, especially who goes.
You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.
Does he not see our likeness? Fursten seemed to see nothing.
I looked up from the cave floor to see a guy pointing a handgun at us.
Rumi advised me to keep my spirit up in the branches of a tree.
I ought to haul out this junk I called winter and lose it somewhere.
He grabbed me, groped for my hips, kissing me, smelling my hair.
I was a darling without even trying, kerchief and dungarees.
He could smell the bear’s breath, feel the hot huff against his ear.
Maybe all of it was possible. Maybe it all could work out.
Maybe this was one thing in his life he had done right, or so he hoped.
Death will come for us so fast we will never be able to outrun it.
The girl I was could not have imagined the woman I grew up to become.
“It means,” Stoner said again, and could not finish what he had begun.
