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& Darkness Moves In

The dead cowards my parents on a tear through the goddamn fields.

2 B R 0 2 B

All diseases were conquered. Death was an adventure for volunteers.

A Collection of Eyelashes on Paper

My son trims a curtain of lashes, immures them into a stray year.

A Dangerous Creature

The dog glares back at Roger, his eyes on fire, but he doesn’t let her go.

A Husband and Father

Frank kept his face blank as he read the orders: Report to Berlin.

A Place for Us

Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.

A Portion of Your Loveliness

My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.

A Real Nice Baby and Other Poems

Royal baby George is tucked in the crook of his mother’s elbow.

A River of Stars

For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.

After the Fire, the Sound of a Low Whisper

Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.

Alimony

I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.

All Saints’ Eve

Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?

All the Girls Are Fat in Heaven

When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.

Am Looking For

Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.

Amazed

My father made me watch softball on ESPN 2 to help me stay alive.

Amazement

He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

At the Wrong Time, to the Wrong People

I have given everything at the wrong time, to the wrong people.

Badger Mountain

Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.

Bangana

I commute to war five days a week in a station wagon the color of an egg.

Bats

They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.

Baucis and Philemon

His mouth hardens whenever their son’s name is mentioned.

Beautiful Daughters

I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

Best Advice

“Ten lo,” she says when you’ve finished. Have it.

Best Advice

Our lives are often shaped by small, seemingly trivial choices.

Between Here and Here

My father stood up, unable to choose which one of us to kill first.

Beyond the Glass Ceiling There’s Sky

If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.

Birthday Girl

In your postpartum state, your best hope is to bluff your way through.

Blazon

Bees may not be bought. Our children may never know apples.

Blue

“You are a strange one,” she says. “Do you want to see my new tattoo?”

Blue Heron Bridge

Apparently this was something he had to tell her with his clothes on.