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Loveexpand_moreTo be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.
Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.
It’s like listening to the snow falling before sticking out your tongue.
There is the ghost of a child in me. It longs to die, so afraid of living.
I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.
She leaned back to accommodate the sweet delirium of his hands.
By Wednesday morning I’d fallen in love with someone else.
I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.
Having his ex-wife in the house was a distraction. He forgot to grieve.
Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.
My daughter cried her tears; I held some ice against her lip.
If someone looked into his eyes they would see how ugly his mind was.
There, in the courtyard, a man might sit and call himself your friend.
He hit all of us sometimes, but he hit me hardest and the most.
We serve them far more than they serve us. Service animals, we all are.
The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.
I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.
The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.
Theirs was a free fall that went on and on. If it’s time to fall, let’s fall.
I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.
The smell of death, once it gets inside your nose, is unmistakable.
The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.
Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.
Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?
Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.
Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.