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As Julia approached 45 Walker Street, she thought she got the address wrong. The building had no windows and the door looked plain. She rang…
You found me that first night in the bar across the plaza from Teatro Juárez. You talked. I drank wine, watched the fútbol and the…
There is a sky behind the sky, and when you unmake your bed at night, there is a sheet pulled taut beneath the sheet, and…
Do prepare to prepare to say something about the color of the leaves. The badger that lives out back. The geography of the place, or…
In the fifth floor office, your father the diamond-dealer placed three diamonds along the crease between my middle and ring: marquis, sweetheart, oval. He gave…
Direct the bearer to lay the body out on the cold stone table, facing toward heaven. Unwrap the white cloth from the body. Fold it…
“Ruby,” he says. “You are a goner,” he says. Only he says it this way, “It is between the brainstem and the cerebellum.” He holds…
When my sister’s husband and I get drunk, we get grandiose about Texas. We’re drinking Lone Star Light tallboys, even though I’m ditching gluten and…
I used to think a tourniquet was a kind of flower. I was sure I’d heard my mother say she planted rows of them when…