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Women & Menexpand_moreHaving his ex-wife in the house was a distraction. He forgot to grieve.
Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.
The light, returning, nudged me from sleep, and walked me to dinner.
My husband shovels snow from flower beds back onto the drive.
There, in the courtyard, a man might sit and call himself your friend.
Because I am lonely, I am always shying away from the mirror.
They’re shrieking down Little Round Top, receiving the good girls’ glares.
Lorna was like a sculpture carved by some Greek out of marble.
The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
Suddenly Julia’s silence had solidified like cold fat in a frying pan.
I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.
I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.
The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.
Theirs was a free fall that went on and on. If it’s time to fall, let’s fall.
I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.
The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.
Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?
i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.
I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.
The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.
our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here
Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.
He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.
I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.
His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.
Our father crumbled after her affair. We watched him for signs of cracking.
Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.
