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The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.

While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

A whippoorwill called, a lonely voice among the cedars.

The lion was still near them, stalking. Crazed against its cautionary nature.

There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.

I open the door and Eleanor is leaning against the wall, paper white.

I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.

We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.

“I don’t think I can do this,” she says, after a pause. “I don’t trust you.”

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.

The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.

Give him a bottle of red wine. You’ll be his best friend right away.

The gravest season and least understood is more than pale heads

He begrudged how money poured through her hands like water.

The Nazis are training some of their storm-troopers here in America.

Of course she had known. Nothing in this life escaped her design. Everywhere, people ogled the ring. Everywhere, Emeline posted pictures.

Her mother singing out the window at trucks slamming the other way.

won’t you celebrate with me that every day has tried to kill me

Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.

Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands.

Our eyes searched for the island, but ahead there was only overcast.

You’re supposed to hit is the bull’s-eye, that black spot, precise spot.

“Ki o tsukete!” she called, and he knew the words. Be careful.

At first he was mortified. Another person harboured ill will towards him.

You’ve seen her almost every day, going to and from the gardens.

You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

“Fuck you,” I said, but it was hard to say it with any meaning.

There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.

They had been good girls. They stood by him when he killed a man.

We began to obsess over water, where it came from, where it was going.