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They peer into their mirrors to see whatever is bearing down.

You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.

You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.

I am tamping down the earth with the flat side of a blade I am burying you

Sonja slapped her sister. How could she shed tears for the past?

Sonja slapped her sister. How could she shed tears for the past?

Narrative Prize and Pushcart winner Anthony Marra reads “Chechnya.”

I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.

Sitting on the edge, I leaned back and fell, wrist-deep, into the body of a deer.

Purple planets, dirt stars. Imagine the carom in the hall, how it sounded.

You see, I plan on remaining here as the most foolish god in the world.

All that I’ve had, I’ve left propped up in a glass vase: cut stems at rest.

No salt tears, and a continent between her ashes and Father’s.

I pass my hands over my eyes, mired by the miti-
gation of routine.

A high roller gave her money to stay in his room for the weekend.

The light from dead stars only exists in the minds of the living.

There it was, the urge to hurt one’s neck by craning toward the dazzle.

Knowing that it will end i saw myself again at the fair popping balloons

They had come for him very early in the morning. It was still dark outside.

Husk was sturdy. He just breathed like it. Not like me. My lungs rattle.

There is a pure fear, in waking somewhere you have not lain down. She runs until her blisters bleed. Then, she runs some more.

Staring down the barrel of a black gun I forget I’m no longer just a boy.

Let the public do itself the honor to read and follow in my footsteps.

I was tracing my finger along his hoodied back, to draw the route.

Mostly, 90 percent of the time, the big ones trigger the bad attacks.

Did you hear about the candidate who grabbed Hugh’s dick?

David, I don’t know how to say this, but I didn’t think you’d make it.

Of the sixteen candidates only eight would make the final cut.

I was born hating paths, apostasy. We came alive wrong for union.

Please look away from Mars dangling so angry in so much darkness.