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Shitbird

He’d been lost and tripping vividly on some speckled acid for days.

Shorty’s Paradise

The most arcane sexual practices could arouse me from my torpor.

Since the Accident

Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.

Sitting In

The band was amateur at best. It didn’t matter. People loved them.

Sixth-Grade Public Speaking

Whales are very big (I saw one on a beach once) but trash is way bigger.

Sixty-five Million Years

Perhaps he was not almost sixteen years old, but thirty-five and sick.

Slowly, Slowly, Then All at Once

The woman perused Irwin’s request form. “You can’t go there.”

Snapper

A Midwestern man is never without his knife. Half of us carry guns.

Snowy

The owl was a white that could not be compromised by any other color.

So You’re Thinking of Getting an MFA . . .

If you’re going to take a degree, take one from the best school you can.

Something Distinctly Human

I was created in His image I had dominion over every thing

Song

Beached on the kingdom I learned to swim with my eyes closed.

Sparrow

When I cast my vote, I become just that tiny, abstract, lost, and essential.

Spell

Collage what we can, form fractured and repaired, blend of is and isn’t.

Spot the Stations

When I wasn’t teaching social studies, I basically lived on my balcony.

Standards

He grabbed me, groped for my hips, kissing me, smelling my hair.

Starlight on the Veld

The wind was like a girl sobbing out her story of betrayal to the stars.

Still Life with Peeved Madonna

You remind me of lizards birthed in an outhouse by an ogre or a loon.

Stoner

“It means,” Stoner said again, and could not finish what he had begun.

Stones

Long and black, almost thick, the night comes to drape my shoulders.

Straight Home

“Mind you come straight home,” Mrs. Heywood always says.

Strata

Truth, it seems, spills from movies and sitcoms in the wires’ wake.

Strip Job

This is a place where young girls are butchered in old-time songs.

Subject, Verb, Object

Turned out Bauer was one of the ones brought alive by misery.

Summer

Up there there’s not a sound except for the wind and the buzzing of bees.

Sunshine

She had seen him take the crop to a girl for doing nothing at all.

Superhero

Cassandra blared Puccini and Eminem so she would not pray.

Suspended

For the first two months of class, Toby did barely any writing at all.

Sweet Girl and Other Poems

A man jostles my stride to the street, no shoulder on which to move.

Taking Children to the Cemetery

No, you may not walk there. No, you may not stand on that. He is not here.