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Jumpseat Stories

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

Just Before War

He ached to move into and out of her body and make her feel him fiercely.

Just Going Out

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

Karass

If he wanted to kiss Sophie tonight, he probably shouldn’t steal from her.

Keep Away

“Is that your banana?” the short cop asked her.

Keeping Up

Each Kardashian is completely capable of being alone at night.

Kinam Hotel

Sometimes these fools shoot themselves, playing with their weapons.

Kindling

He’s got it out. And I say Who’s there right now? Just your ex-wife.

Kiss

They give me a pitying look, as if I am alone, and they are invincible.

Kiss and Tell

Their eyes met from time to time. I thought about what I could tell her.

Kristina, Goodbye

I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.

La Cachiporrista

I will have to remember the man’s hooded eyes as he watches.

Lament

Lean close and kiss each other: dig down as far as down goes.

Lancaster General Hospital and Other Poems

It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.

Language Immersion Seoul

No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.

Lapses

Whatever was wrong with his brain, he could still smell her skin.

Large Knuckles

These men don’t ask me to remove my scarf, even though it’s mid-July.

Last Night with the Brothers K

You know that sex isn’t everything. It’s time to get a move on.

Last Things

My sister says, vicious as possible, “Don’t you dare try to protect me.”

Late in the Season

Frank Avery came into the kitchen. In his left hand he carried a .22 pistol.

Latinera

She has beautiful cheekbones, but her eyes are nearly colorless.

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 Memphis

“I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re the same person,” she says.

Leaving the Yellow House

After her divorce she took up with a cowboy named Wicks.

Left Behind Looks for the Apsaras

Left Behind climbed the Octopus Tree to find the source of fire.

Leftovers

He can’t remember the last time they made love. It has become a game.

Let Him Go On, Mama

He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.

Let Me Stay with You

“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”

Letter to El Mateo

My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.