In This Way, We Fall in Love

I have a sexual fantasy in which I am fucked by all of the white men who have ever said something to me that I…

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Julio Bodega

Julio asks me out every time I come alone to the BP where he works. Julio stands behind the counter—bling belt buckle, goatee, and gelled…

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Mary Lou Retton at 46

In Mary Lou Retton’s garage are five unopened cases of Wheaties with her face on them—her fists raised in triumph—and a folder of signed pictures…

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#WCW

Having just discovered William Carlos Williams’s writing, loving most-to-all of it, defying older brother and PhD candidate who says WCW is kind of old news…

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The Lineup

My father, working as a prison guard, was often summoned to stand in the lineups when they didn’t have enough people. Regardless of how innocent…

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The Headstone

I couldn’t resist the deal. Headstones for sale. Going out of business. Minor flaws. All sales final. “What better way to express the transitoriness of…

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Around the Edges

We are not the kind of people who know much about tolls. We have a can full of change, a bucket of chocolate chip cookies….

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Trees

I thought I’d be an astronomer—a scientist of huge, unfathomable things. For my eighth birthday, I asked my father for a telescope. He got me…

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Making Clouds

When the summer rain came we left buckets outside in the yard. We went to sleep and dreamt of flying. In the morning the buckets…

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Dancing Girl

Nothing is so enormous as mother. Mother, who stares and waits for me to dance. Well, I won’t dance. I stick to my room. There…

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