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Memoryexpand_moreThe new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.
Like a bird with a broken wing I will smudge the line of the hopscotch.
Tobias Wolff
Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.
Had he been a man, we could’ve saved his life right then and there.
What would you say about the driver of the truck that killed you?
She alone knew how he could be swept up, tender interior laid bare.
The lock surrendered, after a short struggle, to the poker.
A family altar stuffed with dead family hanging now above the TV.
You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.
If he was cheating on her, he was cheating on her paintings as well.
Eyes wide open, I offer myself to a new boy and watch him grow.
“Dorm whores” his roommate calls them. They come for the booze.
Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.
This so far is a haunting, the bleeding heart we used to hear about.
Welcome, the place seemed to say, let’s screw with you a little more.
“Make it look like you’re working on a nearby shelf,” Aunt Mary whispered.
We have mysterious inclinations. No one can explain it to us.
Expulsion. He was out, his course set. One word can turn the key.
Barbra Nightingale
Gravity bends together this planet and your life, made of glass.
They come to America and their child is shot down like a wild animal.
My shadow feels my company, my stepping as he steps.
You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.
My ups and downs never stop on the hump we call a hill behind the house.
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.
I can’t struggle against joy and suffering inseparable.
Teddy, the new sous chef, is on fire again. It’s the second time in a week. I make a silent promise to myself never to have sex on a beach, not even with Ryan Gosling.
He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.
We’re all trying, in our own ways, to parse what we may have done wrong.
