Black Tights, A Halter Top
She’s waiting near the corner of Monroeand Pierce: spike heels, black tights, a halter top,her image coding sunlight. Who will […]
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The Cold War, A Romance
Sometimes we were illegal dollar bills. We were the three-hour line for bread, the last pair of pantyhose in the
A Knack for Losing Things
The art of losing isn’t hard to master. —Elizabeth Bishop, “One Art” What has been lost along my careless way
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Whooping Rendezvous
Outside our bedroom window, we both hearda whooping noise from somewhere in the dark,and though an eerie call, it was
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The Circus of Inconsolable Loss
There is only one ring for those sweating horses with the preternaturallyflat backs and the fat smooth rumps from which