“I’m torturing you,” she said. “It isn’t fair.” Now I saw there were tears.
Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.
Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.
From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.
Since his mother’s fall, Ali had been stopping by every week to help out.
Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?
The first time I met you I fought your father in the driveway.
The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.
Go came up with the idea that all things were part of a good conspiracy.
I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.
“It was not wartime sentiment that moved me to ask you here.”
Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.
Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.
Even before bills and rent and adultery—you don’t sleep well.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
Their mother was the real beauty of the family, or so everyone said.
Her name sprang to my lips in strange prayers and praises.
I tried mightily, but no longer could I ladle those ancient words into the air.
The pillow into which her face was turned muffled her voice.
I didn’t trust her. Relationships like ours aren’t built on trust.
Children are never old enough to understand their parents’ affairs.
He’s weirdly hard to pay attention to, even when he’s threatening you.
Suddenly, all of the past seemed now like the same endless race.
Sleepy and pensive, July succumbed to the day’s isolating heat.
I have given everything at the wrong time, to the wrong people.
I do not want to fall prey to the bewitchment of my mind by language.
I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.
Tobacco and dirty wool, rank alcoholic sweat. I liked him right away.
Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.