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The Comfort Zone

It was as if my dead husband was flowing within me now, like blood.

The Day Has Finished Waiting

The day holds a cup of milk and sits on the couch, legs tucked up.

The Death of Prince Andrei

“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.

The Diezmo, Part Three

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

The Docent

The flail is raised high, back bent in echo of the boys’ backs.

The Eclipse That Quenched the Ego

Draw me a map of your agonies, all the missing rivers you dried.

The End of Lake Superior

It was cool and dark, azalea in bloom at the edge of the forest.

The End of Life

He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.

The Fact Checkers

They dust off facts like diamonds that excel in perfection under a monocle.

The Forgotten One

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

The Free Tower

Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.

The Ghost of Lady Hobby

Tirelessly her arm rose and fell, till the child at last fell at her feet.

The Gold Cure

Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.

The Gold Cure

Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.

The Goodbyes

The dead and alive who we will never see again but in dream or memory.

The Hands That Waved Farewell

Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.

The Hanged Man

Will you bless us, who are so in need of blessing? The world tires.

The Heart Is Oil

The mirror will flow and the heart will set like glass in the frame of his bones.

The Idea of Antarctica

Pinned to the wall, it looks uncannily its own language, trick of the camera.

The Internet

I’ve sinned. Cannot be saved. He was a child. Surely he went to heaven.

The Invention of the Darling

With no words to speak about our love, we’re each one more alone.

The Joy of Writing and Other Poems

Lying in wait, set to pounce on the page, are letters up to no good.

The Kiss

Below, the kiss silently maneuvers our bodies closer to the rose bed.

The Last Artist in New York

Living as the last artist in Manhattan: it’s the ultimate test of commitment.

The Letters

The letter both pleased and disturbed her. Why did he get in touch?

The Mark on the Wall

How shocking it was to discover these real things were not real.

The Nature of Desire

To fulminate, to go on a tear, because what’s wanted is forbidden.

The Nature of Nostalgia

Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.

The New Lustration

A man sits in the Institute of National Memory examining files.

The Night I Watched My Twelve-Year-Old Brother Get Cuffed & Taken from Our Home, Tearing Up, Saying: “I Didn’t Do It!”

Of course he escaped. He would be the one. My legendary brother.