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Self-Anthem

I feel delicious tody! I can claim the whole lawn with just one flamingo.

Self-Care at the Playground

On the swings in the park, a woman sounds an off-key minor chord.

Self-Portrait in a Dream and Other Poems

I’m touched by kindness, I declare. That anyone wants me is a miracle.

Self-Portrait With & Without

You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.

Self-Portraits

If he was cheating on her, he was cheating on her paintings as well.

Self-Reliance and Other Virtues

The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.

Seroconversion

there was a boy made of bad teeth & a boy made of stale bread

Sex & Love &

Sex is the closest we can come to touching where touch resides.

Sexting

The thumbnail spoke directly to the most excitable parts of himself.

Shadow in My Bed

Eyes wide open, I offer myself to a new boy and watch him grow.

Shame Ol’ Lady

Never takes much, a fingertip’s touch, or beak-brush of prey-probing bird.

She Wasn’t Soft

“Hey, babe,” he said, breathing into the phone like a sex maniac.

Shorty’s Paradise

The most arcane sexual practices could arouse me from my torpor.

Shrug

I remember a child’s fingers on his wrist as they traced the blue.

Sick Kids

Real ones get through again and again.

Silas

Out by the road was her son standing without a stitch of clothing.

Silence Retreat

It is this—what you hear when you stop listening—that counts.

Silk & Silk

She was the idiot who fell in love with some high-class gigolo.

Silvering

Gravity bends together this planet and your life, made of glass.

Sin Vergüenza

He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.

Since the Accident

Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.

Site Visits

The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.

Six Poems

My shadow feels my company, my stepping as he steps.

Sixty-five Million Years

Perhaps he was not almost sixteen years old, but thirty-five and sick.

Sledding

The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman. Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.

Sleep Apnea

I dream of watching my grandfather stagger home through the snow.

Slow Dance

Your hands along her spine. Her hips unfolding like a cotton napkin.

Smoke Days

Teddy, the new sous chef, is on fire again. It’s the second time in a week. I make a silent promise to myself never to have sex on a beach, not even with Ryan Gosling.

Snake Woman

Fresh from Texas. She has the head of a girl & a serpent’s body.

Society

Society was imposing, like something out of an English drama.