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The Car That Loved Water

He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.

The Caterer

This is not America! It is not the America I grew up in, it’s
a joke.

The Chief Inspector’s Daughter

I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.

The Child-Who-Was-Tired

The Children and Other Poems

Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.

The Church of Abundant Life

“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”

The Comfort Zone

It was as if my dead husband was flowing within me now, like blood.

The Complaint

Our remarks must be tempered by a sense of cooperation.

The Complicated Coast

Don’t tell him you’re a virgin, says Peggy. You’ll freak him out.

The Crazing of the Lagniappe

A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.

The Curse of the Starving Class

Ambition and coincidence had led me to the Royal Theatre.

The Cutter

He’s got a nice, deep kind of voice. He doesn’t sound redneck at all.

The Damn Pin Cracked

His mind was a glass vase shat-
tered into pieces across the floor.

The Dangerous Shirt

The danger of the shirt—always, every moment, it is so obvious.

The Day Has Finished Waiting

The day holds a cup of milk and sits on the couch, legs tucked up.

The Decay of Lying

My own experience is that the more we study Art, the less we care for Nature.

The Delinquents

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

The Departure

“I can’t hold it any longer. I have to pee,” I finally confessed to Viola.

The Desperate Place

I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.

The Dictators

He studies their mannerisms, looking for clues to the psycho spirit.

The Diezmo, Part One

They caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.

The Diezmo, Part Three

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

The Diezmo, Part Two

I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.

The Dilettante

It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.

The Divide

The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.

The Divorce

Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of them.

The Docent

The flail is raised high, back bent in echo of the boys’ backs.

The Doe

When I saw her, I was witness and weapon both, charging at her.

The Dog

Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.

The Dress

Despite seeing the other knockoffs, I hoped my dress would be perfect.