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Flyer

But more of the chicks survived than you thought, and dozens upon dozens of them now scurry around the room, shitting everywhere.

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Trick Candles

Six candles on the chocolate cake, one for each of Sherman Moon’s years, and as Mrs. Moon carries the cake into the dining room, Mr. Moon says, “Don’t tell us your wish, son.”

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Helping

It’s not that I didn’t try to help. When Annemarie flailed, sleeping, I was the one who always shook her until she sat up, sheet-tangled, still half-caught in her dream.

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Beetle Battle

Two dung beetles leaned back on their hindquarters atop a napping tortoise . . .

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I Can Save

Baby turtles are hatching in my house.

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Hunt

I hunt and kill and butcher with arrow and sword, hound and falcon, ear and arm. I sight and take aim.

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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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