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Midlifeexpand_moreIt almost makes you cry, to know that you are no longer needed.
It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.
She asked, “What’s the weirdest thing you can do with your body?”
His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.
They are glorious pumpkin-skinned messengers. I hate them.
The cat was looking at me with an intelligent expression. It knew.
Love speaks in silence, on behalf of lovers too tired for words.
Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.
Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.
Kansas is a cold dessert, I say. No, Kansas is a tongue depressor, he says.
It has come to this—my daughter is now assaulting other children.
The sense all along has been that there’s some madness in her.
They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?
Limbo: Latin, limbus, meaning a hem between sclera and cornea.
At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.
Bright rot laces the air, light sharpens each leaf. On our way to fallow, fire.
The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.
My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.
I’ve got my hands around the man’s legs when I notice the blood.
