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The King’s affair was supposed to be a secret. But you know how it is.

We went flying without a map as naked astronauts often do.

The underworld reached out for your hand and found payment.

His mind was a glass vase shat-
tered into pieces across the floor.

The day holds a cup of milk and sits on the couch, legs tucked up.

“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.

Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

Despite seeing the other knockoffs, I hoped my dress would be perfect.

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”

Francis too had his time in the wilderness, lost in the mountains.

The caved-in storefront looked as if a missile had slammed into it.

I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.

Judging beauty, which is keenest, Eye or heart or mind or penis?

Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.

A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.

Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.

Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.

I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.

I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.

Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.

On that still, snowy day, Mick’s neck popped like a flaming log.

She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.