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Nick Will Be Successful Influential & Will Marry the Pretty Girl and He Didn’t Even Go to Yale

The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.

Nicky Nicky Nine Doors

A finger on the bell, a quick sprint on light feet, and then stifled laughter.

Night Dreams

I hang there, upside down, watching Bronwyn, her face beatific.

Night Moves

Even then (Colin remembers now), it felt like the end of something.

Night Watch, 500 BCE

He had seduced them with his sincerity for truth-seeking.

Nighthawk: Recollections of a Lost Time

Insomnia! There is a sickly romance to the affliction—initially.

Nightshade

Isn’t Nightshade sad, people said; isn’t he pathetic; isn’t he hideous.

Nightstands

She had not anticipated that the nightstands would be an issue.

No Final Curtain

Your jumps are numbered. It is better to be a bird without altitude.

No One Knows the Way to Heaven

Here’s the world, sweetheart. One word as small & large as a father.

No Pain So Great as Memory

I’ll leave a trail of crumbs as I descend into god knows where.

Not All of Us Get to Be Ghosts

Standing there in our small shadows, we discuss the ways of the dead.

Notes from a Breakup: A Field Guide through Heartbreak

“Why do we always fight,” he finally said, his voice quiet, resigned.

Nothing about This Is Epic

It’s cruel to watch my edges crystallize and reflect light.

Nothing More

This is all there is. Nothing else. No heaven and no hell, okay?

Nothing of Consequence

The women wanted signs of regret, but she was straight shouldered.

Nothing to Hide

She unhooks the sapphire pendant from its stand. Slips it into her pocket.

November

Miriam slept at the ranch often, although little sleep happened there.

Nowhere Man

There’s no way to escape a storm at sea; it hits you, and you can’t hit back.

Nuisance Value

He knew deep down that only her ridiculous optimism kept them going.

Number Eight Daughter

“My brother’s last words to me were about you. Did you know that?”

Object Permanence and Other Poems

The end’s already in motion, the end was starting this whole time.

Objects of Desire

Xin Bao had gotten drunk and stolen a hyacinth macaw.

Obsession

Ever since she believed he was cheating, she felt erotically obsessed.

Occult Power of the Alphabet

The letters combine into words that resurrect the beloved every time.

Occupied

Riding back from her studio, Ivy thought, I’ll just stop for a minute.

Ode to Nothing

Nothing holds the universe together; nothing is the secret force.

Ode: Feeling Up My Friend’s Sister at the Moment Their Drunken Father Begins the Dog Slaughter

She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.

Odyssey

Today is my favorite kind of day. Night opens, light concedes.

Of God and His Enemies

Logic is such an elegant weapon; and religion, such an easy target.