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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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A Lesson in Flight

Dad came upstairs to ask me and Pete if we wanted to build him an airplane. It wasn’t a question. Dad never asked questions, he just made people think that he had. “Which one of you’s gonna clean out the garage?” Pete and me both ran downstairs. Took us two days to empty the garage. […]

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Leda

I did not know it was you at first. You tricked me in your feathered form…

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Christmas Flash

When the whole family gathered—when the dogs of cousins vaguely remembered one another and settled in friendly heaps under the long table around which young parents affectionately bemoaned the little ones upstairs rumbling with the horsepower of imagined engines, and the very old ladies downstairs, passing peacefully away in corners, growing young again, strapping on […]

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So Much To Burn

My neighbor is burning his mail again.

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The Mask

When her birthday did come, in the middle of July, it was Billy who brought the mask.

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Avalanches

The day Gaëlle forgot language, I was arranging a bouquet of roses and eucalyptus at our house north of town. My husband Fred and I were supposed to have dinner when her nurse called and told me Gaëlle suffered a stroke. I walked out the door, forgot the flowers, and took off for the rest […]

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Chain

All complaints concern sky viewing. For example, wedged between my office door and floor last week I found a parchment written by Caldor Clemens with Tree branches are air-veins to be beheaded, down with them. I placed the parchment with the others. I too am a great admirer of colors above. Selah and I want […]

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In Famine

I. How during the Hunger Winter the Dutch ate their tulips. How they peeled away the bulbs’ dry and papery tunics, licked their lips, and counted their children’s ribs. How they shaved smooth the hairy roots, sliced out the riotous yellow buds at the center, diced and fried the tulip meat with brown beans and salt. […]

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