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Coming of Ageexpand_moreDid Sharon and Roy make it harder or easier for their mother to leave?
I received a surprise invitation to a tryout camp at Ebbets Field.
We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.
My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.
cannibal chowder and a kiss by the splashing voices of a pool
The purple-eyed women on her mom’s side began generations ago.
All those butterflies I impaled when I was a boy—will I go to hell for that?
“Why don’t you say anything, people? These thugs are murdering me!”
“I’m sorry,” I wrote, “but I have to go back to the bookstore.” My only plan was to plead for my old job back. To my surprise, it worked. The law was safe; the law was my father. I decided to go to law school.
The transformation of their maid from shadow to sexpot thrills Maizie.
I was once a rider of mastodons, a waitress showing skin.
The men here don’t know where to place me, call me exotic grail.
A woman’s long bare legs stretched up at the edge of the graveyard.
Her sly smile was a vicious remnant of her life before Real Life began.
Everyone knew cigarettes were the gateway to harder stuff, like Zima.
My head was muffled in velvet, my body exposed in an old slip.
For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.
Our culture cherishes a fantasy of a certain writerly existence.
She had learned that it was easy to get Sylvi to do things.
She’d lifted the plot from a TV show she’d watched the night before.
Nothing was permanent, no friend I made, no math test I took.
When he asks me if I’m ready, I don’t even know what he means.
Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.
Tomorrow I’ll be ratted out about the hunting, but I knew it’d be worth it.
The wild-eyed horse was more a figure of nightmare than dream.
1908. The puppet’s name is Sambo. Oh what a friendly boy he looks to be!
The new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.
Outside the kids play stretcher. One of them was dying between my hands.
Sing to your sisters in the water, let your arms and lashes flutter.
