In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.
I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.
Audio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.
Their marriage had dwindled to a separation and a running joke.
How many times had I passed it in a taxicab or walked within sight of it?
Did you hear about the candidate who grabbed Hugh’s dick?
My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.
Soon I will walk up those same back steps the police took by force.
And jesse, the smart bombs do not recognize the babies.
Please look away from Mars dangling so angry in so much darkness.
He got his wife off a German farmer, for whom he went to work one day.
Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?
Close mist around window. I attempt gender. Deposit each letter.
I was constantly being torn between belief and disbelief in his narrative.
You knelt down to kiss her, avoiding, of course, the wound at her brow.
Many people remarked upon the similarities between the flags.
I wanted to tear away at the fabric of my pants, dig open my skin.
The human heart is far more intricate than any single term can describe.
Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.
I push the stroller across the courts to the scene of the thing I don’t get.
I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.
To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.
Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.
Now all I was, all I had ever been, when it came down to it, was a tenant.
The leaves repeat my fall in choruses more ancient than my own.
I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.