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Three Poems

All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.

Three Poems

Think how you move, how a room changes with your smallest breath.

Three Short Pieces

All right. We are perfect. Tomorrow we will make a million dollars.

Three Stages of Amazement

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

Three Stories

I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.

To Cicero’s Hand

They cut you off, let fall your hammered silver bracelets to the sand.

To the New Year

The dove calls from far away in itself to the hush of the morning

Toastmaster

The laughter rises like the roar of a train as the men leap to their feet.

Toleration

I am visited daily by unrelenting spirits evoking my accumulated flaws.

Totality

The strange man expected to be picked up by aliens during the eclipse.

Tradition and the Individual Talent

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

Transfer of Power

Everyone has something lodged and jittering inside them.

True Believers

Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.

Trump versus Superman

The first rule of the house is that everything must be even stevens.

Tunnels and Walls and Other Ways of Getting There

He bound me to blind obedience, for which I’d shown a propensity.

Tuol Sleng

We press closer to look at a picture: a handcuffed boy leaning toward us.

Two Essays

My closet was a repository of foibles and fetishes, an archive of my life history.

Two Essays

The writer was there ahead of the world. And that was a great moment . . .

Two More Gallants

Professor Flacks could tell you everything about James Joyce.

Two Poems

The air has grown inside me. It’s become a sanctuary.

Two Poems

Kansas is a cold dessert, I say. No, Kansas is a tongue depressor, he says.

Two Poems

My “lonelymaking.” Also known as my horrible secret, continent-wide.

Two Poems

Your words will strike her heart like Saint Teresa’s flaming arrow.

Two Poems

Dan Gerber reads poems of boyhood, and from the end of his mother’s life.

Two Poems

A simple line of raging wet nearby, how as a kid I pictured the Nile.

Tyrannosaurus Rex

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

Tyrannosaurus Rex

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

Übermensch

I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.

Underaged

All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.

Unfinished Desires: Maud, Christmas 1951

The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.