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City Lifeexpand_moreOvernight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.
By Wednesday morning I’d fallen in love with someone else.
Was this where he would grow old? Would it all end in a room like this?
Phuong feared that she was nothing but a regret born into flesh.
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.
I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.
If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.
Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
Soon everything here will be sopped up by time. Only art will last.
My baby was calling to me. But I was welded to the mountain.
The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
What excuse did I use to pick a fight with that arrogant poet?
I want you enough to gnash you into a silence made from pieces of silver.
Her biggest secret was Jay Currie—her white American boyfriend.
You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.
Dainty morsels do not fail to attract gentlemen as well as ladies.
My father would have ended my clandestine career on the spot.
Lie down & whisper all your careless dreams into my votive ear.
Noelle, somewhere symphony number two listens to you breathing.
It’s the human genius of reproducing not quite exactly.
He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.
A family becomes fossilized—a darker crosshatch etched in hard sand.
Havana, Cuba, on the inevitable cusp of change. A photo gallery.
Some people are so beautiful, they belong everywhere they go.
He tries to appear slight in his leather jacket and turbulent jeans.
The specimen, a man oblivious, is beautiful to behold, perfect, enough.
The mountains out your window make Central Park feel rinky-dink.
She pictures her suitcase covered in blood, wishing for anything to happen.
As soon as I heard his voice, I felt as if a wind had swept through my head.
