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Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.

There was a shout, then a shot fired. I pressed the shutter again and again.

Her family was still poor and hungry and scared.

Before he started spraying he would hand her the mask to put on.

I’m recalling his socks, the inked initials, the splashes of blood.

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

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

Arrows shot by the halt at the lame,
 Opinions come and go just the same.


A goddess was offended; her altar required my virgin blood.

A memory in the drip, drip, drip of the kitchen sink that won’t stop.

Men are so delicate, must be given many portals. I try to be game.

Nothing likes to be abandoned, no one likes to be compared.

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

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

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.

I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

Now he chuckles with the sea, stitched within its timeless jive.

Writing to you is like putting a note in a bottle, hoping it will reach Japan.

He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.

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

It seemed to her that they only ever touched each other in transient, sudden ways.

He twisted like a weasel in the sack, lashing backward with his fist.

A psychologist told me we can train our dreams. I practice each night.

Exit the building. Say nothing to anyone. They did. And they didn’t.

There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.

He was alongside without preamble. Elephants are not stealthy by nature.

“The doors are closed,” she said, and we would not be flying to Paris.