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Parenthoodexpand_moreUnnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.
Like superstitious sports fans, we played the song night after night. Since giving birth I’d become hyperaware of death.
Her anger was white and cold. It sent seams of ice through my heart.
Our grandmothers were bakers and nurses, spies and traitors.
Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.
All of those feelings—you do not have them, they have you.
These days, I am less of an irony detector and more of a lyrical drone.
you cut through brush with the iron edge you push before you
She has a small solid mess of troubles she longs to upchuck.
The world is a riddle of shape and texture, from sight to smell to sound.
“Well, it’s a dark world, Suzanne. She’s old enough to know that.”
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen has become the saddest.
I pictured you at Bagram Airfield in a metal coffin, quiet and still.
As the whorled fingerpad loves Morse, but more so. Worse.
I’m just wired hard for hunting, and not so much at all for fishing.
On the small of my daughter’s back is a two-inch tattoo. MADE IN CHINA.
Pushing by the man, he ran down the street towards the station.
Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.
The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.
“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”
It was as if we were shedding our very selves to become someone else.
I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.
There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.
Do we hunger after conflict as much as we hunger after justice?
There’s no studying for this. I think souls must exist in wanted things.
I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.
I never prayed before. Since this happened I’ve been praying every night.
Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.
Lean close and kiss each other: dig down as far as down goes.
We lived below the poverty level. I wasn’t allowed to desire objects.
