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There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.

History howls for direction so I remind him how the hero was lost.

For my vacation last summer, I visited the Bateer family in Xiwuqi.

Tongue, eye, nose—which has the shortest route to the brain, heart?

We are in his car. “Bell, I’m starving. Want to go for a burger or pizza?” I panic. Pizza. 285 calories per slice. Burgers. Harder to estimate.

In Florence I gained a sense of how I might want to spend my life.

I want to remember us this way—sun streaming through the window.

Is she dreaming of the rivers soft with codling in her hometown?

I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.

I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.

I never knew that the song of the first summer cicadas could ease my hips

I want to be bright scarves, soft rain, seabirds pecking at receipts.

…when you walk to the edge of the Mekong and make a wish…

This is the day when the saints all go silently to church in France.

When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.

Had I always known this would happen? There had been no signs.

Underestimate the beauty in the world and spill coffee down your shirt.

“Even though we aren’t carrying out the deed, we are the most responsible.”

she was sixteen, and swimming. she was seventy-one, and soft.

Why kill something so mild-mannered, entertaining, and sociable?

Think of the fish whose stripes appear only on cooking through. Fold each thought: the highway stop where toilet paper is piled.

This must be what it’s like to be seen by God as we inch toward the infinite.

Your image is on my credit card, you and the old red, white, and blue.

My advice is to take advice with a grain of salt.

It seems too late for them to change, to find a way to survive awake.

We pried the last of the pallid squid from their crevices and ate them.

She transfigured into a swallow in flight, or a hippo in the rainy season.

We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.

I’m the one with the most crumbs, little bits of salad or fudge.