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On a Late June Evening in My Driveway

Take some cherry tomatoes, I say when the moon rises over the pine.

On Marriage

The proper qualities of each sex are eternally surprising to the other.

On Nancy Hale’s “Flotsam”

This is a crafty story and things are not what they seem to be.

On the Meaning of Love

I needed more. I worked her lips back and wedged my hand in.

One at a Time

Her top lip lingered behind, pressed between his. They were soaked.

One Day

He was reading Our Town. She studied the departure board.

One Pound Sterling

The hut was cluttered with the skulls and bones of small animals.

One Such as This

Later in the pale of dawn your hair brushed across my forearm.

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.

Orientation

Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.

Osby

He’s gonna change the way we farm around here. Make it more like India.

Other Things

The one who sold me a smuggled gun sold me smuggled bullets.

OTP

Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?

Our Weapons

The rifle slams into my shoulder. Smoke pummels the air.

Out to Lunch

“Out to lunch,” she learns from an older colleague, is a euphemism.

Overcast

Eight years, and she was ready to call it quits. They were both ready.

Pageantry, Intrigue, Contemplation, Mystery

When we wake up, the five windows and the French door are full of light.

Pain Management

I’m trying to decide if I’m too cold to be curious, when the box meows.

Palm Court

He thought of the love that had filled the great central chamber of his life.

Paper Boats

Another girl like an origami crane, given to a reckless boy who unfolds it.

Parasols

The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.

Paris in the Twenties

Now he was all out of dreams, out of rage, expectations, and money too.

Paris, 1970

Doisneau might have eyed and shot us for how brazenly we kissed.

Passing and Other Poems

You can tell by the walls whoever lives here doesn’t want to be seen.

Pastorelle 8

Translucent white prayer strings of her bonnet trailing in the air.

Patchwork Elephant

This kind of childhood stuck with a person, twisted things up.

Patient Zero

The beasts and fowl and all manner of slithery thing can love like us.

Patisserie

Que voulez-vous? I said. Patisserie, she said and smiled. Pastry, I said. Well, that’s predictable.

Peaches

We were lying on the grass, sharing a joint. The sun was radiant.