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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 Watch: An Instructive Little Tale

He looked a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried the watch open.

My Whole Entire Life

I wanted to be a citizen of the empire called American Express.

Mysteries of Love and Grief

Narrative 10

Don’t write what you know. Write what you can imagine.

Narrows

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

Nasya Krevoshay

It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.

Nausea

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

Navel to Knee

Today brings a blue hour, but the jasmine has been dead for weeks.

New Year

The grass is defiant, wild, and reluctant to take any shape.

Nick Will Be Successful Influential & Will Marry the Pretty Girl and He Didn’t Even Go to Yale

The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.

Night Fishing

Anchored off Biscayne Bay my father’s wooden skiff swings easy.

Night in Day

We spit out the black seeds, bits of night glistening on the grass.

North to Natoma and Other Poems

It’s been months, and the fields are good for nothing but night talks.

Nostalgia in February

I want everything to mean. To have worth and weight. But it doesn’t.

Not All of Us Get to Be Ghosts

Standing there in our small shadows, we discuss the ways of the dead.

Notes on Time

Time, now more than ever, is of the essence. Time is all there is.

Now’s Dream

That what I call my Self is asleep, and has dreamed up these lilacs.

Object Permanence and Other Poems

The end’s already in motion, the end was starting this whole time.

October Phone Call and Other Poems

How many gods do you believe in? How many good men?

Ode to Repetition

She’s not the same, her body more naked in its aging, its disorder.

Ode to the Boot Scraper on the Stoop and Other Poems

Mostly, though, you could turn them in your hand, hold them to your nose.

Odysseus’s Mother-in-Law

If party isn’t what we set out to do then you should go home.

Of the God That Comes to Mind

Relief workers tore swaths of insulation from the rafters of the house.

Oh Father, Your Fear

Is it that he is too tired or too afraid to blink into the oil of his own machine?

Oil

I sometimes have to laugh because even now, as a middle-aged man.

Old Friend

I arrange your five deflating basketballs under the lonely net.

Old Lovegood Girls

She had come to the scene where she needed to get them in bed.

Old Stories and Other Paintings

Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.

On Luck: A Screenwriter’s Education

I found it impossible not to imagine a radiant future for myself.