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A widow is sort of a holy figure, while a divorcée is a tawdry one.

Lebanon’s dreams of a homeland were fading with every rocket launch.

She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?

She is complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves to his touch.

There was something in her voice, some awful, enduring fire.

There were more whispered speculations about his relative sobriety.

We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.

In other words, beachfronts like Bolaño’s and mine are Nowhere.

I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

All these barns with their busted spidery limbs strewn over the lupine.

Be glad the numbness in your legs isn’t reading on your face.

Great new cartoons by Conklin, Levin, Stevens, Vey, and Warp.

We'd see them more, but your father and I aren't much for traveling.

Liza Donnelly

I loved hopping freight trains. It was cheap, dirty, and dangerous.

I rented a house in the woods of East Hampton as a form of therapy.

She’d planned to choose an adult film and lie back with him to watch.

I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.

Eszter Marosszeky and David Matheson

To enter the dust of their bedroom, to stand invisible on the plush carpet.

Fidel narrates the home video: See the women on the beach? Beauty.

It was just what it was. Sex with someone who was not her husband.

I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.

The waitress looked us over, wondering, I guess, if we were famous.

Lufthansa lifts off under me. The set sun disinters, a fanned cinder.

Was he a good man or a bad man? Was it necessary, even, to speculate?

We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.