I am caught between the paneling and sheetrock in my parents’ bedroom. It has been many days. Well, here time goes unbraiding itself; there’s no…
He is in the galvanized tub tittering over your cardigan. Look; look in; look in the water. There he is. There is the drowned man…
I know at once that I shouldn’t look, but his shirt is off and the paper white of his skin is superimposed with the feeling…
The trains move only at midnight. The deer keep appearing out of timber. In all directions swelling: it is cosmic, in a sense. Coming slowly…
I watch a pigeon fly into a live poultry market on 3rd. Its double doors wide, a maw; the pigeon hovers through its gray excesses,…
When my father slips into compression stockings, I wonder who will perm his new blond hair. I wonder who taught him how to apply lipstick,…
On a cold, dead street in the suburbs of Detroit, with your kids at their mother’s, in the house you can’t sell, between Christmas and…
Mrs. L—it was her party—all dolled up, nipping, one eye on the window, rushed into the foyer when anyone arrived telling whomever to—quick— go into…
He sawed her down the middle and lifted a section out. It was no trick: he gave the bloody piece, spleen, appendix, gallbladder, to a…
Poland loves you, but you never come to Poland. Why is that? We are a big nation. We contain mindful, thriving people. We’ve become safe…