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Lou and Liz

Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.

Love Is . . .

“I love you” is always a quotation. You did not say it first.

Love Song to the Man Announcing Powwows and Rodeos

Don’t send me home without a round of applause if not a title.

Love Takes Hold

A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.

Maestro

Nothing happened to him? Why, genius had happened to him!

Magdalen Walks

All the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring.

Makeshifts

Ice and evergreen and sun; three moments arranged for human looking.

Making a Difference

I had pasted a pink Post-it to my phone screen that said DON’T DRINK.

Marauder with Flag

I’m not afraid of dying. I’ve died on camera before. It’s not so bad.

Marking the Swans and Other Poems

I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.

Marriage

A man and a woman joined by newspaper pages culture to politics.

Marriage as Rock Quarry

We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.

Memorable Days

A letter is like a poem, showing the marks of an unwilling composer.

Meteor Shower and Other Poems

Before sunrise I counted nine meteors scratching the heavens.

Mice

With my lime-green nitrile gloves I carried him around to the others.

Midland

The blackness of her hair seemed to pull the color from her body.

Mirroring Windows

The tall, flashing curtains of glass keep them a breath’s thickness apart.

Miss Brill

Oh, how fascinating it was, watching it all! It was exactly like a play.

Miss Burma

All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.

Miss Columbia Basin

Dad doesn’t believe I’m beauty queen material. I believe in myself.

Miss Grief

The success is deserved, I think: certainly it was not lightly gained.

Mistaking Water Hemlock for Parsley

Mistaking water hemlock for parsley, I die hours later in the hospital.

Morning

I have a maple in the yard and from time to time all is distant.

Most Beautiful

It was hard to know what memories or images had marked him.

Motherland

She wags her index finger so furiously that I’m certain it will snap off.

Ms. Marmelstein

Ms. Marmelstein led with her eyelashes, curling out like scimitars.

Muslim Girlhood

I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the Other.

Muybridge’s Horse in Motion

The horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.

My Black Spell and Other Poems

These days I watch the world go by and do not breathe life into it.

My Brief Careers

I believe you get to see a sunset once. Death, well, I’ve lost count.