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My Milk

I keep dripping milk until I’m sitting in a pool of it, sticky, white. I can’t move.

My Mom Serves Tea to Her Robbers

She was so happy they were going to save her from the city of Dallas.

My Mother

My Mother’s Marathons

It is not surprising that her solo marathon did not turn out as planned.

My Strength Is That of a Hundred Men Because My Heart Is Pure

She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.

Mystery, Play and Other Poems

On a scale of 1 to 10, the pain dissolves like a Eucharist wafer.

Narrative 10

Love’s not all that fun, but it saves you. And you should be saved.

Narrative 10

Try never to repeat rhymes, not once in an entire show. It tires the ear.

Narrative 10

I’ve read this novel at various stages of my life and I feel as if I know Isabel.

Narrative at The Lab

Nasya Krevoshay

It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.

Nausea

The baby won’t sleep until 2 a.m., not until he poops and throws up.

Nefertiti

The notes must be crying inside me falling from their proper octaves.

New Year’s Weekend on the Hand Surgery Ward, Old Pilgrims’ Hospital, Naples, Italy

Ten years ago, when I was in college, my father divorced my mother and said he wanted me to become responsible for her. That is why I fled to Italy.

Night Talks

i stored away in my mama’s empty perfume bottles smells and stories

No Final Curtain

Your jumps are numbered. It is better to be a bird without altitude.

None of Us Were Dying Then

That summer we moved to the house you would die in years later.

Nurse Lynn Speaks Her Thoughts to the Wind

It’s true, I killed my husband. I had my reasons. He was a hunter on the trail.

Obit

The Village wasn’t really a village. No walnut trees. Just cut flowers.

Odysseus’s Mother-in-Law

If party isn’t what we set out to do then you should go home.

Of Kin and Kind

Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.

Okeechobee

She wants something red and shiny that always works.

Old Friends

Dance with you? I said after a moment. That’s your dare?

On the Aggrieved and Other Poems

A man drunk on the damage he made to a boy’s young mouth.

On the Fourteenth Day without a Father

In its shadow, our mislaid secrets cascade down around us.

On This Day in Poetry History

She was gone then, inaudible, steeple-reticent, demure as sky.

One More Day and Other Poems

There is a lot about others I don’t remember, outliving an interest.

One-on-One

I understood that life could end without warning, even young lives.

Oppressive Nights

Not long after Christmas, the smoke really hit Melbourne.

Or Else

“Jesus Christ,” Dad said, after the counselor spelled it out for him.