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Unemployed

An idea surfacing—a crack of orange teeth. As if a ceiling disappears.

Unfinished Desires: Maud, Christmas 1951

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

Unknown

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

Untitled Number 20

We put effort into making things that No Man would ever think of creating.

Untitled Self-Portrait

There is a pinhole of light through the fog. A skiff on a lake.

Up Country

Tanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.

Upon Asking the Cashier at Kroger to Scan That Old Tattoo of a Barcode on My Forearm

Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.

Upside

I’m in a fight for my career and the SOB won’t be there for me.

Vacation

We enjoyed the infidelity. A great deal more than they seemed to.

Verve Is to Élan What Kissing Is to Kissing Longer

I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.

Very Late

Even our tenderest buds and shoots endure the late snow.

Vestibule

Chase Twichell

Victoria

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

Villa Palms

Today the game was to try to catch one of the cats in a pillowcase.

Virility Ode

I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.

Visible Empire

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

Vogel’s Wife

At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.

Walk for Mankind

The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”

Walking Distance

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

War Porn

Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?

Washed Away

The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.

Water

I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.

Watermark

Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.

We Never Stop Talking about Our Mothers

Her husband is away at the family cabin, and she is glad for the space.

We Rise Up

The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”

We, the Reader

How do we get there, to where we can answer what the jingle is asking.

Weddings of One

People write vows for their weddings of one.

Wednesdays

I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.

Weekend

Amy put her arm around his shoulders. My boy. Isn’t he wonderful?

Weight

His eyes always astonish her. Iridescent blue, flecked with black. Her husband was gone, two years later than she should’ve thrown him out.