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Magnolia

The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.

Make It Black

Maybe that’s what she feels, not stranded, but suspended in time.

Marriage as Light Socket

To keep the baby safe, we sealed the house as if against bad weather.

Marriage as Rock Quarry

We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.

Marriage Counselor

I confessed to loving another man, streetlamp sequin on a rain puddle. Later, in sleep, your arms opened to me. Mid-snore compromise.

Mastering English

If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.

Maxims

There are certain defects which well mounted glitter like virtue itself.

Mentors in General, Peter Taylor in Particular

Mentors can suggest to you what more you are capable of.

Midnight Sun

I returned to research a history we’d only known through stories.

Mirroring Windows

The tall, flashing curtains of glass keep them a breath’s thickness apart.

Miss Burma

All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.

Money, Money, Money

If the kind hearts had fat purses, how much better everything would go!

Mother and Daughter

Sometimes you weren’t a good daughter, the mother says.

Motherland

She wags her index finger so furiously that I’m certain it will snap off.

Ms. Range Wants to See Me in It

Men can’t sense like that. Or won’t. Even a father don’t dare get that close.

Musings

Heaven preserve me from the Epidemic of a Proud Ignorance!

Muslim Girlhood

I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the Other.

My Daughter and God

My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.

My First Boy

He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.

My Grandmother’s Garden

I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.

Narrative 10

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

Narrative 10

Narrative at The Lab

Neonates

She knew Jim would be a terrible husband. They’d murder each other.

Nick Will Be Successful Influential & Will Marry the Pretty Girl and He Didn’t Even Go to Yale

The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.

No Apples, No Clover, No Hay, No Grass, No Carrots, No Maize, No Alfalfa, No Linseed, No Deep Bag of Oats

Just sugar cubes and a crop for you. Salt licks to smart the tongue.

Not All of Us Get to Be Ghosts

Standing there in our small shadows, we discuss the ways of the dead.

Nothing of Consequence

The women wanted signs of regret, but she was straight shouldered.

Obit

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

Of Marriage, of Glass Gardens

Once upon a time, a couple wandered in a glass forest, hand in hand.