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She only eats condiments, pickles, slices of sharp cheddar.

Dan Gerber reads poems of boyhood, and from the end of his mother’s life.

Your words will strike her heart like Saint Teresa’s flaming arrow.

The night shower is a personal pan-blizzard, a folklore-free zone.

My “lonelymaking.” Also known as my horrible secret, continent-wide.

You can stand on the edge and tremble with fear or risk your life.

insomniacs gesturing in a cave of neon light the narrative of their lives

Our brains interpolate from surrounding images, fooling us.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.

If you hear your name again just say, Here I am. Maybe it’s the Lord.

Men came over carrying lanterns and pulled away the chunks of ice.

The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.

The sense all along has been that there’s some madness in her.

I don’t know you, I only think of you to ignore how unhappy I am.

Let me lie down with you and listen, let me tell you what I know.

When the population was whiter, they fawned over the Korean.

With cane in hand I felt a twinge of superiority to the crutch people.

Some types of pain are just too deep to touch, are better left alone.

I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.

“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.

The man lifted his shirt just enough to show the handle of a pistol.

If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.

You couldn’t believe what the rhododendrons do around here.

“You know what they say about
free health care. It costs money.”

All my life I wondered what it is to vanish like a ring of smoke.

Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.

We’re fat! So what? They hadn’t yet tired of this chant, the play’s refrain.