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In Country

"In County": A new six-word story by Robert Olen Butler.

In That Time

“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”

In the Land of Long Distances

Another year another almanac, a washed-out castle in the sand.

In the Museum of the Americas

Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.

In the Season of Facing Away

Some longings appear so frequently they must be instinct.

Incident with Nature, Late

I decide it’s as good a place as any to stop, pant & smell the roses—

Independence Day and Other Poems

The old-timer outside the guard station was knifing his own tires.

Infinite Earth

A knife left by an untraced foot marks where to lay the body—fácil.

Intercourse

I roll lactic bubbles under my face with rose quartz, fuck a pillow in sleep.

Interior Design and Other Poems

I realized you were my fourth love, and the system was always doomed.

Intertext

This box is full of wires, energy that moves in ways I can hardly fathom.

Intervals

He thought about kissing her. Then he decided that she was just lonely.

Introversion

She looked over through the falling snow. “Jack?” she said. “Is that you?”

Invasion, Day 3

It is February in Ukraine. Juliana tells the reporter she just wants to live in her country.

Is It Okay to Be Okay Again?

We know that we were lied to, the disaster was worse than we feared.

It Began

The doctor said your life will never be the same before she said hello.

It Is Better to Be Remembered

At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.

It Was a Small Room

The room barely fit a bed, a chest of drawers, and a rocker, all not hers.

It’s a Young Country

We say America you are magnificent and we meant we are heartbroken.

It’s Old to Be Ugly and Fat and Lonely and Uncomfortable

Everything white is a white spider. The spider spins regardless of color.

Jumpseat Stories

There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.

Just Going Out

I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.

King and Other Poems

The irreversible ink stain breaking the face of whatever we skate on.

Kunitzieform

He drew on time, and space, he drew on his powers, and their sleep.

Landscapes with Lester

I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.

Last Acre

What a noise it must have made long ago. It’s not just me saying this.

Le Chien

Napoleon, who can say you don’t deserve my allegiance?

Lease Hound

There was one lease Homer Young wanted above all others.

Leaving the Gym, I Smoke One Cigarette, Then Another

First a mother puts her child to sleep, then the other way around.

Letter to Myself in the Future #15

I know it’s a problem, that I prefer to think instead of live.