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Mothersexpand_moreHalf the women around here have a husband in some kind of fix.
A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.
Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.
Over salad, the Frenchman asked me about work and what I did.
“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”
I’d chosen three hundred boys out of the best Israel had to offer.
You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.
The Kid came back from the post trader’s store with a six-shooter.
My mother’s city and I were both named after an assassinated king.
We backed up and I kept ripping it at his face, trying to knock his teeth out.
I think you might have turned into a novelist, if we’d been allowed to go on.
The letter both pleased and disturbed her. Why did he get in touch?
There in front of the house was his son’s ratty old Thunderbird.
It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.
The eyes looked into his own with a meaning, a malign significance.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
If, on your deathbed, you want to watch a movie, don’t let me pick.
“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”
The face of love is a poem I am writing in an air-conditioned room.
Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.
He whispers words that sound as miraculous as the skinned fish of the clouds my father writhed like pentecostal snakes while he drove drunk
She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.
This storm scares me. A foreign climate occupies the land.
Of course he escaped. He would be the one. My legendary brother.
He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.
No fountains to quench the thirst between rounds of tag.
Sneaking was one thing, entering a bar with a someone else’s ID another.
Part of me wished I’d never tried heroin. The rest wanted to be high.
Mafia didn’t like me, except for the tickling game. It went like this.
