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I was nagged by those boxes from my old life stacked in the garage.

cannibal chowder and a kiss by the splashing voices of a pool

A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.

We would just roll down the old biology road like all the other suckers.

What felt like sanctity now felt like nothingness, like death.

He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.

All those butterflies I impaled when I was a boy—will I go to hell for that?

The transformation of their maid from shadow to sexpot thrills Maizie.

Here I am, king of the gods, making a fool of myself just to get under your gown.

I was once a rider of mastodons, a waitress showing skin.

Our crowns are made of dead hair and get swept out with the trash.

All down my street the new fathers beat the kingness out of the kings.

All day we lay on the bed, my hand stroking the deep gold of your thighs.

I have tried and failed to renew my vows to real trees whom I love.

My head was muffled in velvet, my body exposed in an old slip.

I played a game I called ocean, resisted my need for air.

For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.

“Refuge,” Nina said, tilting her head back; it was a word she learned.

She had learned that it was easy to get Sylvi to do things.

A story about money, values, and materialism—in just six words.

Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.

The world is where we brace for a joke that’s about to be played on us.

I keep waking up on the edge of the black lake. He’s on the other side.

She’d lifted the plot from a TV show she’d watched the night before.

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.

I hear Tchaikovsky when I close my eyes and pretend I’m flying.

When one of the Baxters yelled, “Hey, Turd,” we all turned our heads.

“I’ve already submitted the course grades,” Costa said warily.

Well, back home has really changed, you won’t get that same bammy.