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Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

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

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”

Francis too had his time in the wilderness, lost in the mountains.

The caved-in storefront looked as if a missile had slammed into it.

I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.

Judging beauty, which is keenest, Eye or heart or mind or penis?

Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.

Lorena hummed inside her mind, anticipating daybreak.

A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.

Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.

Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.

I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.

I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.

Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.

On that still, snowy day, Mick’s neck popped like a flaming log.

She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.

The mirror will flow and the heart will set like glass in the frame of his bones.

My husband screws around. Not much and not often, but I know.

This is what he must have felt when she told him about her affair.

Luther always had his eye on the back fence, as if he was like an animal.

So long as there was money, the girl felt established, and brutally proud.

At straight-up noon, the honeymoon was ruined, one day in.

With no words to speak about our love, we’re each one more alone.

It’s all that I have left of “the old country,” as my mother calls it.