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The Practice

I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.

The Profundities and Other Poems

Stop her there, on the bank of knowingness, just before spring.

The Promised Land

She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.

The Race Card

The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.

The Rage of the Squat King

What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?

The Ravages of an Unloved Life

I wait for the one thing that will change my life to arrive in the mail.

The Rickshaw Wallah

He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.

The Rooms

In the rooms you picked up what you liked, like shells on a beach.

The Royal Reykjavík Sex Tour

We were in a play about affection. We were in a play about sex.

The Session

Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.

The Shaker

My friend Angela, who is also my roommate, got me into stripping.

The Silence Here Owns Everything

When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.

The Sin of Height

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

The Skeletons in the Closet

How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight.

The Spectacular

What’s a man supposed to do when his best friend is a falcon?

The Spectators

Never issue a dare to a dead person. They’ve got all the time in the world.

The Speed of Dark

I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness.

The Spooning and the Fork

This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.

The Stylist

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

The Stylist

For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.

The Surfers at San Clemente Pier, September 2021

The local madman’s been here even longer, lying across the sidewalk. It’s no sin, all who hurry past his babble: no word-salad unlocks God.

The Tradition

Men like me and my brothers filmed what we planted for proof we existed.

The Treatment of Bibi Haldar

Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.

The Trees Named “Glowing Embers”

Little footage, this plot, where it thrived at first, then ghosted away.

The Visiting Room

We spread. Kneel. We’ll come out missing parts. This we know.

The Way the Light Reflects

Some people see the man but not the light, the field but not the varnish.

The West Oakland Project

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

The Widening

Spanish men. They whispered and whistled. It made her jumpy.

The Widows of Whitechapel

Say what you will, a human being has the right to their own body.

The Wilderness around Us and Other Poems

In the backyard I submerge myself in a bathtub of soil, soak with the hose.