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Near a Church

I looked into their eyes and loved them, and wished to God I was dead.

Neighborly Favors

I promised to return, but secretly I dreamed of staying in America.

Nina Simone Explains Delusions to John Roberts

We called for the dead dog because toddlers do not understand death.

Nonconcordant

I hear pleasure ringing, and I wonder what led us to this moment.

Nothing Bad Had Happened Yet

He is too young even to be drinking let alone educating us.

Nothing of Consequence

The women wanted signs of regret, but she was straight shouldered.

Ode to What I Do Not Know

Two animals, doe-eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night.

Of the Meaning of Progress

The longing to know hovered like a star above this child-woman.

Off to Zamboanga

“Why on earth are you taking luxury cruise passengers to Zamboanga?”

Old Stories and Other Paintings

Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.

On to Baghdad

He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.

One Pound Sterling

The hut was cluttered with the skulls and bones of small animals.

One Year Later: What to Fear More

It began last spring / Flowers blooming like crazy / No balm to our fear

Operation Iraqi Freedom

It was enough to make the most hardened veteran drop his guard.

Orientation

Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.

Papi

The only stories we tell ourselves are the ones we need to survive.

Pineapple

Lucy Liu, you show me I can come to fruition and yellow on my own terms.

Plot with the Horses in My Heart/with the Birds in My Mouth

I didn’t want to start a poem with night where there should be a name.

Portrait of the Artist with Four Other Guys

“She showed me her tits,” said Jimmy. “Bullshit!” said Frank.

Prayer on the Subdivision

Then I graduate to a four-digit mortgage inside an ornate gate.

Privilege Reproduces Itself

money gotten by blood tends to stay in the blood, which has no race.

Rae Rae

My mother hoped moving would erase the affair with a married man.

Reading Rilke and Other Poems

The men here don’t know where to place me, call me exotic grail.

Reckless Disregard: The Politics of Insincerity

Lust for power and money undermined their morality and common sense.

Redemption Song, Part One

Ivan rolled his eyes, and looked at the sky like someone about to be martyred.

Redemption Song, Part Three

The suite cost as much as a two-pound brick of Panama Red.

Redemption Song, Part Two

I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

Refinement

For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

Reflections on Newtown: No Safe Place

If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.

Respectability and Other Poems

Carte blanche is bodily as chalk on dark asphalt, so enliven these eyes.