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The Mines at Potosí, Bolivia

He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.

The Monolith

Jane’s made it clear, this Renuka might not even become a doctor.

The Morning

I woke in surprise to your breath warm as your skin on my neck.

The Morro

Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.

The Museum of Extraordinary Things

She was no man’s dark dream, only a girl forced to swim half-clothed.

The Mustache

“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”

The New Arrival

The child is too perfect to be human; too perfect, truthfully, to exist.

The New Dark Ages and Other Poems

This storm scares me. A foreign climate occupies the land.

The Night Before

I hadn’t even tried. I was one of the few kids D.A.R.E. had worked on.

The Nightcrawler

He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.

The Nose

The Only Way Out Is Through

Derek was holding a gun. The barrel was pointed at his own temple.

The Orangutan

Sneaking was one thing, entering a bar with a someone else’s ID another.

The Orchid Casket and Other Poems

I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet.

The Palace of Illusions

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

The Part That Burns

Mafia didn’t like me, except for the tickling game. It went like this.

The Phone Rings

Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.

The Pink Door

The little door would appear in my mind’s eye, except that now it was ajar.

The Portrait of What Is Not There

The noiseless trees, the insentient breezes that are not there.

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.