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Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.

Yes, the race of children possesses magically sagacious powers!

I push the stroller across the courts to the scene of the thing I don’t get.

The rich man adorns himself and the elegant man gets dressed.

She came from the most worthless of all classes—the rich.

I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.

To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.

Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.

I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.

you always have something in store for me. bad news.

He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.

My husband shovels snow from flower beds back onto the drive.

I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.

Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.

Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.

After almonds after anchovies. After baguettes, a plate of cheese.

That late afternoon in the park, with its kiss, wasn’t an ending or a beginning; it was both. The piano had been a great bird rustling and swooping in the vast space.

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he says. “Are you all right?”

Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.

I build our life together as I want it to be.

Regarding the affairs of our Father, your demon is Ennui.

The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.

Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?

She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.

Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .

I bled. God didn’t want to hear about it. He said unclean and so it was.

It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.