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Heart’s Desire

Children were driven by deep yearnings that should be satisfied.

Heaven Is Full of Windows

In the thickening smoke the workers clawed and flailed at one another.

Helen of Troy

three women came in their nakedness so i could choose from among them

Hemingway’s Finca Vigía

Hemingway’s Royal typewriter sat atop a volume of Who’s Who.

Here, on the Frontier of Promise and Other Poems

I want to step out into sun to scintillate for waves to come and spray.

Hereafter

The problem, as it turned out, is: Forever can be surprisingly short.

Hey EV

The car is only a couple years old, but its memory taps into the past.

Hidden Dangers of Camping

“Well, it’s a dark world, Suzanne. She’s old enough to know that.”

Higher Authority

That piece of flesh you’re with is a high school student, a minor.

History

Jack picked me up in a car with a greasy-potato sex smell.

hittingrod

He was caught. Of course he was caught. He was always caught.

Holiday Gas Station (Corner of Fourth and Higgins), Missoula, Montana

The mountains out your window make Central Park feel rinky-dink.

Hometown Nocturne and Other Poems

What is greater: the distance between these bodies, or their need?

Honey Buns and Cream Soda in the Stairwell

Her wide and vicious mouth blossomed into a savage smile.

Honeymoon

He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.

Honeymoon

The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.

Hop-On Hop-Off

I saw the man for the first time in Budapest on the Széchenyi Bridge.

Horse & Rider, Part 4

I’m not the girl for anyone. I can’t just go be a wife.

Horse & Rider, Part 5

Eliza Frye

Hortense on Tuesday Night

What’s wrong with easy? I mean, who wants sex to be hard work?

House Affair

After seventeen years we’re parting ways. Breakups hurt, even this one.

House of Water

We work to house the water yet know we cannot keep anything.

House-sitting

She pictures her suitcase covered in blood, wishing for anything to happen.

Houseboys

Any white man without a servant was presumed to be in need of help.

How I Became a Banker

When the thugs from the bank showed, up my father laughed.

How I Left a Life of Crime and Came to America

We were aiming for a complete transformation of society.

How It Began and Other Poems

I could feel the floor’s slight pitch. We were in for a long, long voyage.

How It Is

He doesn’t have to lie about oatmeal. That’s the way things are for him.

How Much Land Does a Man Need?

“We must also buy twenty acres or so. Life is becoming impossible.”

How Sex Feels: A Reverie

He begins to realize that the impossible event may well be about to occur.