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Something Sweet

In the spring, the dogs stopped barking. By then our windows were held open with tomato cans or washed-out jars of jelly

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The Next Flight

He mounts the shaking platform, lays the weight of his fingers on the delicate wings.

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Lessons

He told me to mute the Taxi TV.

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Metro

It’s twenty degrees and my toddler Iona’s parka is so stiff she’s liable to fall, so I carry her up the steps onto the green metro bus. She squirms until I put her down, then stomps her boots and grins at her freedom while I pay the fare. She’s happy when she can get what [...]

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The Seduction of Angelito

Mariela waited for the American boy in his bedroom. The bedroom had been Mariela’s once—hers and Hector’s—

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Big A, Little A

In this bizarro teenage summer, outdressing the park rangers had become a means of rebellion.

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Killshot

On the terrace of the Presidential Palace you lay glued to the scope for less than an hour before you have to take the shot. Tourist or terrorist: It was always going to be your call. You are applauded for taking the shot and saving the nation, although you are not allowed to rise off [...]

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Cat Lover

Her profile said she LOVED CATS and HATED MEAN PEOPLE, but she looked so sexy in her profile photos.

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Gyrus and Sulcus

A head on collision, license plates smudging together. He was smiling before the steering wheel warped his jaw . . .

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Saturn Devoured

Ma always said that my father hadn’t been a real soldier.

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Haunt

In those days, I liked watching bus crowds.

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Jasper Johns

Shit tends to disappear.

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The Vanishing

The cold blade lodged in my throat like it always did, the glare of the spotlight hot on my face.

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Dizzy

On our walk to preschool lately we’ve been passing the carcass of a headless bird, just lying there on the red-brick sidewalk, rotting.

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Remains

It wasn’t a city meant for walking, but she walked.

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Chute

“You’re apologizing to garbage,” laughed Carlos.

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When the Rain You Asked for Comes

Year I turned foreman, a guy I used to know by Cocaine Tommy calls me up and asks can I get him a job.

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Some Time Away

The lake looked wasted by overly green algae while the mermaid’s skin—or, rather, the skin of the actress playing the mermaid—gleamed sallow and sickly.

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Competition

Many of the male patients present with a sexual dysfunction we call the Errol Flynn disorder, after the actor who developed similar problems late in life.

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Later

We are thirty-four years old and talking about the time we had sex…

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A Good Body

A rusted mess of barbed wire nearly stripped Debbie of her torso in her first and only car accident.

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Etymology

She asked him, “Does English have a term for a doomed love affair?”

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You Will See a Bright White Light

It is what it is, and before that, it was what it was: night, the marks of your hooves in the lawn, the vegetal burst of daylilies between your teeth and on your tongue.

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Invasion

It had been raining snakeskins for days.

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The Baby in the Slingbacks

When unpacking her suitcase from their trip to the other continent, the woman finds the toy baby slipped into her new crocodile skin slingbacks.

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