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Youthexpand_more“Refuge,” Nina said, tilting her head back; it was a word she learned.
She had learned that it was easy to get Sylvi to do things.
A story about money, values, and materialism—in just six words.
Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.
The world is where we brace for a joke that’s about to be played on us.
I keep waking up on the edge of the black lake. He’s on the other side.
She’d lifted the plot from a TV show she’d watched the night before.
Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.
I hear Tchaikovsky when I close my eyes and pretend I’m flying.
When one of the Baxters yelled, “Hey, Turd,” we all turned our heads.
“I’ve already submitted the course grades,” Costa said warily.
Well, back home has really changed, you won’t get that same bammy.
There was an intimacy to the sound that thrilled me.
I was always being left behind in the mud, a bandage around my eyes.
Tomorrow I’ll be ratted out about the hunting, but I knew it’d be worth it.
The wild-eyed horse was more a figure of nightmare than dream.
Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.
1908. The puppet’s name is Sambo. Oh what a friendly boy he looks to be!
The new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.
When I was born I saw death devour the birth of something.
Like a bird with a broken wing I will smudge the line of the hopscotch.
Sometimes in sunlight the scar shines, skin smooth and tight.
Outside the kids play stretcher. One of them was dying between my hands.
Sing to your sisters in the water, let your arms and lashes flutter.
Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.
I measured your breath with my breath, your foot with my thumb.
The road is covered with lake water that reaches Gloria’s calves.
You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.
If he was cheating on her, he was cheating on her paintings as well.
The sex in these fantasies was always a product of love.
