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Parenthoodexpand_moreI could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.
I think you might have turned into a novelist, if we’d been allowed to go on.
He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.
There in front of the house was his son’s ratty old Thunderbird.
If, on your deathbed, you want to watch a movie, don’t let me pick.
“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”
She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.
Mafia didn’t like me, except for the tickling game. It went like this.
Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.
He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.
We chose to stay in the brutality of that night, even as the girls walked away.
The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.
The first time the world demanded more of me, I was twenty-nine.
It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.
He glowered even as a little child. Maybe because he has your bad eyes.
I hold out hands, empty and poor like a beggar by the temple door.
Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.
Never mind the gossip of the world. Don’t have it, yet have it!
She asked, “What’s the weirdest thing you can do with your body?”
Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.
His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.
The cat was looking at me with an intelligent expression. It knew.
All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.
Nothing likes to be abandoned, no one likes to be compared.
Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.
My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.
My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.
Who needs driftwood when I can bury myself in your loamy soil.
She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.
Even this says nothing of your desire—to be put to use.
