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Youthexpand_moreHer mother always complained Sara was different after a night at Judy’s.
I was a son again until my parents died. Even then, I felt like myself.
Perhaps the only way to see a whole body is to see one coming out of you.
Instead, she stares right at us, her shoulder half-naked in broad daylight.
You are home in your bed like a soft animal with really intense feelers.
The world beyond the windows slowly tips forward into spring.
The year we left the reservation a white boy gave me a trash bag.
The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.
Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.
Mom could have been an acre away, or doe-still behind the next stalk.
I’ve got other plans. And they don’t center on ringnecks.
Havana, Cuba, on the inevitable cusp of change. A photo gallery.
Children were driven by deep yearnings that should be satisfied.
His chest was sweaty and his T-shirt stuck to it, bleeding black.
The world is a riddle of shape and texture, from sight to smell to sound.
I want to step out into sun to scintillate for waves to come and spray.
The problem, as it turned out, is: Forever can be surprisingly short.
“Well, it’s a dark world, Suzanne. She’s old enough to know that.”
When nobody knows where you are, you get to talk however you want.
That piece of flesh you’re with is a high school student, a minor.
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen has become the saddest.
Jack picked me up in a car with a greasy-potato sex smell.
They found her where such girls are found. A Manhattan street.
He was caught. Of course he was caught. He was always caught.
It dawned on me my passion was not for her but for the making-up.
I walk over to her for what seems to be an eternity. “May I have this dance?”
If I weaseled out of Bible study a little early, he’d speed me to the gym.
Snug in the spell of a cradle rocking, I remember the first time I floated.
