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On to Baghdad

He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.

One at a Time

Her top lip lingered behind, pressed between his. They were soaked.

One-Man Show

Only a Lover

Order and gardens. Penelope liked things to grow just as they would.

Operation Iraqi Freedom

It was enough to make the most hardened veteran drop his guard.

Orientation

Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.

Our Fairy Stories

Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.

Our Neighbors the Bells

Our neighbors the Bells are watching, watching us when we play outside.

Our Weapons

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

Out of Body

I don’t need to consult a healer to feel the aura glowing around us.

Outside Elko

The sedan clipped their front bumper and pitched Bill’s car into a slide.

Pain Management

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

Papi

The only stories we tell ourselves are the ones we need to survive.

Parasols

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

Paris in the Dark

After the password was given, the question remained. My name.

Parts & Labor

Near to closing, he’d flop down in the chair to count his moldy money.

Per Ardua Ad Astra

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

Perishables

Chuck had a grin, but Mike kept his eyebrows raised, very curious.

Photos from New Orleans

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

Pia Outloud

Pineapple

Lucy Liu, you show me I can come to fruition and yellow on my own terms.

Plain Lucky

I received a surprise invitation to a tryout camp at Ebbets Field.

Polio Season in the San Joaquin

We were both up there smoking weed and axle grease, blinded.

Polyamory

Cory only hires stoners so he has something on them if they try blackmail.

Portrait of the Artist with Four Other Guys

“She showed me her tits,” said Jimmy. “Bullshit!” said Frank.

Prank and Other Poems

cannibal chowder and a kiss by the splashing voices of a pool

Prison Nights, Winter Nights

You can’t ask her not to fall in love when she does it on a daily basis.

Promise

What felt like sanctity now felt like nothingness, like death.

Promises

He folds on himself like a sheet kicked off the foot of a bed.

Pryor

He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.