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she was sixteen, and swimming. she was seventy-one, and soft.

Their mother was the real beauty of the family, or so everyone said.

“You need me,” says the mind. “I just want what’s best for you.”

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Your soul feels old and familiar like a book that opens to my favorite pages.

He knows what she’s seeking, and he knows she won’t find it.

Suddenly, all of the past seemed now like the same endless race.

I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.

We hung our posters at the drugstore, at the grocery, at city hall. I tacked up a 1970s Earth Day poster from my mother’s classroom. We tie-dyed shirts, and I bought everyone a plastic visor to paint.

I wouldn’t sleep a second, knowing the catastrophe I’d set in motion.

I commute to war five days a week in a station wagon the color of an egg.

Subtract for the cigarettes, the bourbon, the sleepless nights.

Beyond the glib off-white palisades lies the answer to an urban dream.

In other words, beachfronts like Bolaño’s and mine are Nowhere.

I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.

The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.

She gives her daughter her birth certificate and oil money: Go.

Getting answers is easy. The difficult thing is knowing the right questions.

My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!

Abandon the idea that arts and sciences are mutually exclusive.

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.

A collection from San Franciscan photographers Eszter and David.

Vultures liked to perch on the austere ledge outside my window.

I’m not here to remember a friend, but to say good-bye to a part of myself.

With a couple, there must be one who outlives the other: the survivor.

Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.

Creating so many mail merges, loading ink, unjamming paper.

On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.

It’s hard to say why Marlee wears the bridesmaid’s dress to work today.

Be glad the numbness in your legs isn’t reading on your face.