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Mikveh

The attendant instructs remember, immerse three times.

Military Ball

Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.

Mind Loves

Who mind loved would not rather be loved body too. Since all is all.

Miracle of Lights / Ode to My Imperfect Love

It was as the angel speaking of Isaac, a deception, a test to survive.

Miscellany

The small, inadequate marks follow the outline, things left behind.

Mise en Place

Smoke and stock and toasted chili flakes. The garlic at marshmallow tan.

Miss Burma

All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.

Miss Harriet

I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.

Missing Shapes and Other Poems

What small song do you sing under your breath that is only for you?

Mist

Of all she taught me I like best the lore of spray-on cologne.

Most Beautiful

It was hard to know what memories or images had marked him.

Motherland

She wags her index finger so furiously that I’m certain it will snap off.

Mother’s Night

She’s coming back, her arms full of the flowers I gave her once a year.

Moving to Connecticut

The dead men don’t look like themselves or anybody else.

Museum and Other Poems

Some days it seems like enough to look in the glass for glazed relief.

Musings

Heaven preserve me from the Epidemic of a Proud Ignorance!

My Civil War

Grant had a lot of buttons on that coat—when he wore it.

My Fourth Fall

What were the unsafe things to say even in a thirty-year marriage?

My Milk

I keep dripping milk until I’m sitting in a pool of it, sticky, white. I can’t move.

My Mother’s Marathons

It is not surprising that her solo marathon did not turn out as planned.

My Neighbors Make a Ghost

Even Medusa was beautiful once, before the sea, snakes, stone. Any chimera is regal if you turn a certain way. Even Medusa was beautiful.

My Third Time

My hands only knew. The painkillers in our mothers’ cabinets.

My Two Wild Hands

I want something warm that won’t feel shame lying over me.

Narcissus

Let me tell you stories about lands far from here where you are absent.

Narrative 10

A more typical writing day for me is being constantly interrupted.

Narrative 10

I simply wrapped my arms around Maxey and held on for dear life.

Narrows

The dope worked, though he felt ashamed using it, smoked in secret.

Natural History

The owners of the rental left three gifts on the kitchen table for us to enjoy.

Nausea

The baby won’t sleep until 2 a.m., not until he poops and throws up.

Neonates

She knew Jim would be a terrible husband. They’d murder each other.