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Rebecca Lehmann

I never felt heart stop or skin burn, just the first split second of sound.

My “lonelymaking.” Also known as my horrible secret, continent-wide.

He had looked on it a thousand times and it never failed to kill him.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.

I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.

Craig Bueltel

All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.

Men came over carrying lanterns and pulled away the chunks of ice.

The sense all along has been that there’s some madness in her.

There is a pinhole of light through the fog. A skiff on a lake.

I’m in a fight for my career and the SOB won’t be there for me.

They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?

Morie Johnson was successful. I am not a hooker. I am only a thief.

I’m covetous of my worldly neighbor. And he’s not accommodating.

I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.

He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.

“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”

Today the game was to try to catch one of the cats in a pillowcase.

“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.

Zeus’s tongue thrusts straight and deep between my lips.

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.

The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”

The man lifted his shirt just enough to show the handle of a pistol.

She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.

If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.

I had promised my children to end the war before they grew up.

He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.