There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.
Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.
We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.
Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.
His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.
There was a shout, then a shot fired. I pressed the shutter again and again.
Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.
I love it—watching gray light bleed out over the makeshift bed on the floor.
My mother is queen of buttons. She shows off the prized ones.
Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.
I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.
I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.
“The kiels take extra time, but then you know your meats. Questions?”
It is the night of whores and monsters, but without the killings.
Neither fame nor wealth could provide consolation for life’s brevity.
She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.
Not all his children love themselves. Look at little Adrienne.
I want to sleep in a bed next to a man who won’t dream of me all night.
I slept but never dreamed there. Nor did I feel the need to court a god.
My first true love was Underwood, my mother’s typewriter.
She takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting lemon cake.
Tanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.
You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.
The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.
Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.
You live in this country, you put up bars, you train your dogs to snarl.
I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.
We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.
There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.