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Osby

He’s gonna change the way we farm around here. Make it more like India.

Other Things

The one who sold me a smuggled gun sold me smuggled bullets.

OTP

Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?

Our Weapons

The rifle slams into my shoulder. Smoke pummels the air.

Out to Lunch

“Out to lunch,” she learns from an older colleague, is a euphemism.

Overcast

Eight years, and she was ready to call it quits. They were both ready.

Pageantry, Intrigue, Contemplation, Mystery

When we wake up, the five windows and the French door are full of light.

Pain Management

I’m trying to decide if I’m too cold to be curious, when the box meows.

Palm Court

He thought of the love that had filled the great central chamber of his life.

Paper Boats

Another girl like an origami crane, given to a reckless boy who unfolds it.

Parasols

The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.

Paris in the Twenties

Now he was all out of dreams, out of rage, expectations, and money too.

Paris, 1970

Doisneau might have eyed and shot us for how brazenly we kissed.

Passing and Other Poems

You can tell by the walls whoever lives here doesn’t want to be seen.

Pastorelle 8

Translucent white prayer strings of her bonnet trailing in the air.

Patchwork Elephant

This kind of childhood stuck with a person, twisted things up.

Patient Zero

The beasts and fowl and all manner of slithery thing can love like us.

Patisserie

Que voulez-vous? I said. Patisserie, she said and smiled. Pastry, I said. Well, that’s predictable.

Peas

It will be years before the kids see us as real people, not just as parents.

Pentimenti

Florence’s cobbled streets spoke like a broken wheel, a halfhearted inferno.

People (Interlude)

She was wanting to be noticed as a person not wanting to be noticed.

Per Ardua Ad Astra

His name is Lloyd. He lives on Percival. He’s super creepy.

Perfect

He was so frail, how could your heart not break when you saw him?

Performance Anxiety

The eyes of men were drawn, numb and automatic, to her youthfulness.

Perfume River

He does not dare to ask the question flaring in his head. Will she stay.

Pheasant Hunting

He was getting a divorce. I was married with two teenage children.

Phone Cards

Doctor, he devoted. When she poorly, he bring her mint tea in bed.

Phonograph Mouth

I say aria, scale of the day, weigh each square foot she’s kept up.

Photos from New Orleans

After moving, I began to look at the images and piece them together.

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