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I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.

Help me, please help me, is the beggar’s refrain on the F train today.

Yes, Eylon thought, he lied to Cath. Lied about his day, about the risks.

I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.

The laughter rises like the roar of a train as the men leap to their feet.

I figured he wouldn’t know for shit if the dog knew me or not, right?

I am visited daily by unrelenting spirits evoking my accumulated flaws.

The strange man expected to be picked up by aliens during the eclipse.

It is the night of whores and monsters, but without the killings.

He twisted like a weasel in the sack, lashing backward with his fist.

The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.

There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.

A dead body leaned sideways against a wall. Its eyes were open.

References to and portrayals of hypocrisy, moral sloth, venery.

Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.

The first rule of the house is that everything must be even stevens.

Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.

They all pivoted to face us, tan mannequins on a conveyor belt.

Slice a finger while opening a beer can, fizz the gin high in tumblers.

He bound me to blind obedience, for which I’d shown a propensity.

“I can’t believe she’s drinking,” she said. “I just can’t believe it.”

He was alongside without preamble. Elephants are not stealthy by nature.

Histories we spin from lust, our tongues heavy and soaked.

He knew what those friends were worth: he knew the girls too.

Lebanon’s sky was full of stars. The sky here doesn’t have any stars.

Professor Flacks could tell you everything about James Joyce.

Sublime or ridiculous, the poet seeks to constrain language.

What will we do without exile, and a long night that stares at the water?

Rebecca Lehmann

Two surgeons vaulted over a counter to hold open my incisions.