Could sampans fall upward, sailing from the bottom of the Earth? If so, which way would their sails bend—up, or down? And would the strange China Sea follow suit? Would salt water geysers spurt from the hole we dug, flooding the streets of Seattle?

K is eating a banana. He says to me, "There is no end in the sense that God is dead, or history is dead. I would prefer not to play the role of a thoroughly useless prophet. I leave that to others, like Gene McCarthy."

My brother was the catcher, and we were having sex. I was waiting to be scared. In our act, he would swing upside down from the bar, hanging by his knees, his arms extended, and I would fly into his chalky grip.

I'm twelve again and

Mother still calls pomegranates “Chinese apples,” much to my embarrassment.

"A little knowledge truly is a dangerous thing."

I'd laugh, cry, splutter with confusion or outrage. I'd probably say “Duh” a lot, grow pale, flush, and wink at the viewers. I'd furrow my eyebrows, raise one or both, and my eyes would narrow, widen,…

Over the years, his face began to alter

I am abandoned to the mundane/ calculations of a small mind/ trapped by small considerations

fire rolls through the drive-thru

At some point, my lottery number/ was in the mid 300s. I was safe/ for whatever reason. No need/ to burn my draft card.

44 miles out the gauntlet of Red River pines cast shadows pointing north.

Being a grandparent is most joyous when deliberately subversive.

The ethnographer turns on a recorder. The story began before but that is lost, like it never happened.

I dreamt I was spinning down the coast in a convertible. It was warm, and the top was down.