1726 9 1
|
Literary agents, also editors,
But most assuredly not my creditors,
Someday they won’t mean jack to me—
The people who won’t get back to me.
|
172665
|
go ahead
stick one more morsel
into that piehole
|
172611
|
I like him. I really, really like him in a way that I don’t like guys, not anymore, not after all the dirty lies into get in my pants, the dirtier lies to get out of them later, the indignities and the humiliations and the disappointments.
|
172633
|
eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
|
172600
|
As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
|
172600
|
Morning time had come again. Kojo felt the beginning of the day, but couldn't know it yet. Awareness came first: the temperature of the room, the light behind his eyelids, how much of him could feel a draft. Then, before it was taken from him, he recalled the memory of a…
|
172642
|
One summer night, as I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky underneath a canopy of maples where the moonlight fell through branches and lit my path with uneven lines I wondered: where does the residue of lust and desire go when everything you want to…
|
172675
|
Perhaps you have heard the rumors of big money in poetry
Maybe that’s why everybody is writing it these days
Even Emily Dickinson must have heard these rumors
Myself, I suspected as much 50 years ago
And started early to accumulate my hoard of poe
|
172601
|
This time, he didn’t admire the fish for very long. He was close to shore and tossed it up on the rocks. Before the fish could flop its way back to the water, Quentin lobbed a broad stone at its head.
|
172620
|
In traffic I cry bloody murder, but my bloodlust subsides once I'm in Valhalla. Chip Whitehead wants to see me on the 22nd floor before I start my shift. Charlie and the other suits have been looking at me funny since I sent Chip a memo suggesting the recession…
|
172551
|
His shirt, striped, fuzzy, is of fabric like velour and wreaks havoc with sunlight. His seat faces the aisle, I am sitting forward-faced across the aisle, we are on a half-full city bus, this afternoon.It is a funny shirt so I smile. I am not smiling because of…
|
172565
|
Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
|
1725126
|
Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
|
172577
|
I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
|
1725118
|
None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
|
1725105
|
as I imagine only you canyou're the ocean on fire before anyone else hasbroken that ancient seal, or simply taken the first icy plunge.You can eatall the bitterfruit there is, but that stilldoesn't make theworld a more hatefulplace. Only people…
|
172597
|
I remember meeting you many years later.
|
172500
|
If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
|
172551
|
And suddenly, I have this crazy impulse, so crazy and so puzzling I do not possess enough vocabulary and grammar skills to describe what is invisible and what is visible about it. The reader must excuse me and be attentive.
|
172552
|
Does the stuff at the dollar store really work as well as the stuff at Calvin Klein?
|
17251211
|
|
172433
|
two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
|
1724238
|
To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
|
17241911
|
Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
|
1724108
|
I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
|
172463
|
Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
|
172400
|
That was the summer that Christine Nelson owned me.
It felt like catching the flu. I had it bad. I was about to turn seven, and it was my first time, and it was bad. A love like that, I don’t know, it’s not a love supreme. It wasn’t completely cru
|
172476
|
Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
|
172451
|
Though we came to life as to a school/
We leave without graduating
|
1724104
|
I do this when I think of you. Today we took the first steps towards you're never here.
|
