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Two Poems

The coverage of the state funeral, black horse bearing an empty saddle.

Two Poems

What’s left is a thumbhouse, an inch of gristle inside skin walls.

Typhoon

The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.

Us

When the population was whiter, they fawned over the Korean.

Valley

They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?

Vera

Morie Johnson was successful. I am not a hooker. I am only a thief.

Victor

Some types of pain are just too deep to touch, are better left alone.

Victoria

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

Vieques

“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”

Villa Palms

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

Visitation

Here is where you touch the world and here are the words to feel its heat.

Wait

What I really meant to say is that I am tired. Beauty can demand so much.

Walk for Mankind

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

Washington

You couldn’t believe what the rhododendrons do around here.

Watching the Foxes

Her mother is a locked door with another door behind it.

Water Ghosts

I was only five when Dad told me I had died. “You drowned,” he said.

Water Path

All my life I wondered what it is to vanish like a ring of smoke.

Watermark

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

We Did Not Have a Dog

“Wanna give it a go?” my brother asks, nudging me with his 12-gauge.

We Never Stop Talking about Our Mothers

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

Weegee Stories

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

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.

Welfare

A small circle of friends and family babysat so she could go to school.

What Dad Said

We need to stop talking about it, we need to put some pants on.

What We Left Behind

The Others came in the light of day and splayed Father open.

Whatever’s Left of Normal

Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.

When Everything Changed

When the Flock Changed

She had yellow cat eyes that she insisted were also blond.

Where Birds Do Not Fly

Louise watched from the shadow. She was looking for somewhere to land.