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.

Falling Water almost fell./ 12 million dollars later// it will splay itself a little longer