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Deathexpand_moreEach harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.
More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.
He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.
This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.
He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.
The caved-in storefront looked as if a missile had slammed into it.
Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.
I told kids I didn’t feel a thing there anymore, but it was a lie.
Lorena hummed inside her mind, anticipating daybreak.
Half the women around here have a husband in some kind of fix.
A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.
“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”
Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.
I’d chosen three hundred boys out of the best Israel had to offer.
Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.
Tirelessly her arm rose and fell, till the child at last fell at her feet.
Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.
The dead and alive who we will never see again but in dream or memory.
He could not help but take her as his wife. She was a scandal.
I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.
We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.
After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.
El Presidente was no longer in a mood to see the American press.
Eavan’s death was catastrophic, leaving us all wanting more.
Lying in wait, set to pounce on the page, are letters up to no good.
The Kid came back from the post trader’s store with a six-shooter.
My mother’s city and I were both named after an assassinated king.
He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.
Kids interfere with perfection. Wives interfere. Marriage interferes.