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Underaged

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

Unfinished Desires: Maud, Christmas 1951

The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.

Upon Asking the Cashier at Kroger to Scan That Old Tattoo of a Barcode on My Forearm

Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.

Us

When the population was whiter, they fawned over the Korean.

Verve Is to Élan What Kissing Is to Kissing Longer

I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.

Victoria

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

Villa Palms

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

Wait

What I really meant to say is that I am tired. Beauty can demand so much.

Walk for Mankind

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

Walking in Time

Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.

Water Ghosts

I was only five when Dad told me I had died. “You drowned,” he said.

Water of Life

Albert came to her rescue. “The Great Gatsby’s our religion,” he said.

We Said Our Common Ancestor Was Eve

We fed our dreams inevitable sins, the kind you lie about till you grow mean.

Wednesday Afternoon at the Eight-Ball Saloon

Someone seems to have made an excellent age-specific insight.

Weegee Stories

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

Werewolves and Other Intangible Things

She always came back with her lipstick smeared all over her mouth.

What Dad Said

We need to stop talking about it, we need to put some pants on.

What Danny Said

He squinted and looked off a little beyond where we were.

What We Have

It was spring: the field, a botanist’s mirage of wild flowers.

When Everything Changed

Where Birds Do Not Fly

Louise watched from the shadow. She was looking for somewhere to land.

Where Is My Boy?

The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.

Will and I

When the doctors’ voices started turning to noise, I didn’t fight it.

Willa Cather’s A Lost Lady at One Hundred

This is a novel that contains more than its actuarial share of falls.

Window Washer

The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.

Wives

Her mother singing out the window at trucks slamming the other way.

Work

You’re going to have a difficult life if you can’t figure out where to stand.

Wrapping Fable

At the core, a daughter is a self-reckoning emptiness.

You Can’t Keep Going Like This

Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.

You Deserve Nothing

There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.