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Vodka on Ice

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

Vogel’s Wife

At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.

Walk for Mankind

The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”

Walking Distance

The man lifted his shirt just enough to show the handle of a pistol.

Wanderer in a Foreign Country

She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.

Wanting

If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.

Wants

I had promised my children to end the war before they grew up.

Warrior Jesus

He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.

Washed Away

The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.

Wasps

Severe knobs of head and tail: one a horn of venom, the other masked.

Water

I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.

Water of Life

Albert came to her rescue. “The Great Gatsby’s our religion,” he said.

We Are What We Have Lost

Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.

We Rise Up

The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”

Wedlock, Gridlock, Liplock

We’re tired. In bed, we hold hands. We watch TV. But do you want more?

Wednesdays

I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.

Weegee Stories

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

Weekend

Amy put her arm around his shoulders. My boy. Isn’t he wonderful?

Welfare

A small circle of friends and family babysat so she could go to school.

Wham Bam

We’re fat! So what? They hadn’t yet tired of this chant, the play’s refrain.

What It Requires

I am part dumb, and blind, and deaf, and untasting and unfeeling.

What This Elegy Wants

It wants to name the dead—without a name you wander lost in the sky.

When He Left: Index of First Lines

What I became was not pretty. Like a needle on water-warped paper.

When People Fall

When an adult falls, children are stunned and cry, “Mommy! Mommy!”

Where Are We Going?

I hightailed it out of the hospital like my ex-wife was a prison I’d escaped.

Where Tourists Don’t Go

While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

Where’s the Beauty, Jimmy?

It’s like his bottom half is not man but a strong horse.

Whippoorwill

A whippoorwill called, a lonely voice among the cedars.

White Nights

Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?

White Space

We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.