Evening Treat Barren concrete blocks on the fourth floor of the École Normale Supérieure, our rooms, grey, square, metal beds, mattresses as
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These are the signs I read as I drive into my hometown: Limberlost Efficiencies. Hawaiian Isle Trailer Parks. PIG ROAST SATURDAY ALL
I’m sitting with a middle-aged engineer named Leah—and maybe 60 others—at a small table in a cafeteria at the bottom of the
Mud Season A winter of withholding over. Your love sings “Águas de Março” in the other room, and even though he sings
They lived close enough to school to walk home, usually, but Marshall’s mom drove straight from skills lab to make the spelling
She presses into his crest, iliac crest, then goes four fingers higher. He’s ticklish and jerks. She doesn’t smile—she’s been trained to
YOU WERE TELLING ME ABOUT VAMPIRE BATS in the black light of our bedroom—the true communists who gift gullets of blood to
Identify door, window locations. Place a desk below a window if your room is at ground level, in case you need to
The Incalculable Loss of a Small Thing The ring left on the edge of a motel sink, a dress gone from its
Captain emaciated dumb thirst orphan human father passed you like a plush toy among his children (and the family dog) because: