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How can we go on believing each day won’t be the one that flames out?

The Renaissance mastered the illusion of depth on a flat plane.

In my eyes is the flame of the adolescent he wants to hire.

I received a surprise invitation to a tryout camp at Ebbets Field.

I wanted just to like chemistry, because my teacher hailed from Georgia.

I have so many questions for you, for you are closer to me than anyone.

We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.

Imagine first the mighty blast. And then the mushroom cloud.

Finger tracing the terrain, you hold me through autumn’s loss of color.

My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.

Art is a way for the mind to master the body, even if it is not one’s own.

I was nagged by those boxes from my old life stacked in the garage.

cannibal chowder and a kiss by the splashing voices of a pool

A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.

We would just roll down the old biology road like all the other suckers.

What felt like sanctity now felt like nothingness, like death.

He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.

All those butterflies I impaled when I was a boy—will I go to hell for that?

The transformation of their maid from shadow to sexpot thrills Maizie.

Here I am, king of the gods, making a fool of myself just to get under your gown.

I was once a rider of mastodons, a waitress showing skin.

Our crowns are made of dead hair and get swept out with the trash.

All down my street the new fathers beat the kingness out of the kings.

All day we lay on the bed, my hand stroking the deep gold of your thighs.

I have tried and failed to renew my vows to real trees whom I love.

Everyone knew cigarettes were the gateway to harder stuff, like Zima.

My head was muffled in velvet, my body exposed in an old slip.

I played a game I called ocean, resisted my need for air.

For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.