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Firefighters’ Visit Leads to Fire

There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.

First Anniversary

You’d probably prefer to sneak back into me very still, swollen.

First Light

I know exactly what to do when Papa has a seizure in the middle of the night.

First Love

Theirs was a free fall that went on and on. If it’s time to fall, let’s fall.

Fish

By the kitchen sink, my aunt held a fish as if holding the Holy Body.

Fisher Cat

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

Five and Other Poems

Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?

Five Poems

our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here

Florence, Italy

In the school smock, I looked like an angel in search of her crèche.

For the Love of the Game

Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Forgetting

Absence rarely makes the heart grow fonder, or so my mother said.

Formless Stanza

Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing

Formula

A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.

Fort Pierce, Florida

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he says. “Are you all right?”

Four Poems

Two bikers, the bartender, me, and a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans.

Four Poems

Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.

Four Poems

Imagine octopus, and keep the talk going through the chew.

Four Poems

Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.

Four Poems

There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.

Free Food for Millionaires

Her biggest secret was Jay Currie—her white American boyfriend.

Free Food for Millionaires

Here, Min Jin reads from her novel at Narrative Night, New York City.

Free Food for Millionaires

You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.

French Composition

Dainty morsels do not fail to attract gentlemen as well as ladies.

Friends

My father would have ended my clandestine career on the spot.

From A to Z

Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.

From Boshehr to the Caspian Sea

We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.

From Braided Creek

The old hen scratches then looks, scratches then looks. My life.

From Mary Is a River

I walked that land with him, one and mingling, breaking into breath.

From The Dream We Carry

You’ve gathered more knowledge than you’d need for nine lives.

From The Erotic Philosophers

It was our flesh with its deadly sweetness that led them on.