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It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.

When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.

This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.

Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.

His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.

I could go in for some pie why the hell not, there’s so little time.

There was a shout, then a shot fired. I pressed the shutter again and again.

My mother is queen of buttons. She shows off the prized ones.

I love it—watching gray light bleed out over the makeshift bed on the floor.

Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.

Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.

I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.

“The kiels take extra time, but then you know your meats. Questions?”

It is the night of whores and monsters, but without the killings.

Everyone has something lodged and jittering inside them.

Neither fame nor wealth could provide consolation for life’s brevity.

She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.

Not all his children love themselves. Look at little Adrienne.

I want to sleep in a bed next to a man who won’t dream of me all night.

I slept but never dreamed there. Nor did I feel the need to court a god.

My first true love was Underwood, my mother’s typewriter.

She takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting lemon cake.

Tanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.

You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.