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Shy

All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.

Signaling

In high school I walked around with a beat-up copy of Kafka’s stories.

Silas

Out by the road was her son standing without a stitch of clothing.

Sin Vergüenza

He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.

Since the Accident

Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.

Singing

Grandma was forced to break her vow of silence only three times.

Single Lens Reflex

She imagines his clothes on the floor, his arms wrapped around her waist.

Sins of Omission

I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.

Sitting to the South of My Secondhand

I should look at what I’ve done. How loosely she let him come to me.

Sky an Iris

Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.

Sky Tumbling Down

The clearest memory was when his father shot a grizzly.

Sledding

The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman. Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.

Slope

In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.

Smoke Jumpers

He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.

Snapshot of My Natural Father and Other Poems

Don’t hitchhike the Mediterranean coast of Algeria in the summer of ’71.

So Far Gone

Books covered every available surface and much of the floor.

So You’re Thinking of Getting an MFA . . .

If you’re going to take a degree, take one from the best school you can.

Society

Society was imposing, like something out of an English drama.

Soir Bleu

The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.

Soldier’s Joy

I could shoot you and nobody would say boo. I’m within my rights.

Somehow They Get into You

His thoughts swirl around him. Maybe women aren’t women anymore.

Someone

On Christmas Day, we lost one of our great advocates for poetry.

Someone Else Besides You

The sight of her belly ring and the smooth, tight canopy of flesh.

Something Irrevocable

My father left me in the car while he was grabbing one for the road.

Something Left Behind

On this small island, everyone knows who comes, especially who goes.

Sometimes Only the Sad Songs Will Do

You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.

Somewhere with a Sigh

Does he not see our likeness? Fursten seemed to see nothing.

Sonnet, After Alfred Hitchcock’s Rebecca

You go out larking with a neatly mustached man.

Sorry

Then a darker realization shook him: he’d left Jason at the bottom of the steps, alone.

Spelunk

I looked up from the cave floor to see a guy pointing a handgun at us.