The Last Toothbrush
When the end of the world arrived, I still had my toothbrush. I felt ridiculous clutching it, but I had […]
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What They Smuggled Across the Border
Sewn into their coats, their shirts, underneath skirts, folded between plentiful breasts, or beneath hats, under arms, on the underside
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Watching Paint Dry
for David Dunlap The house must notch itself out of the nothingness that contains it. Each room must fashion itself
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Ranchi, India, 1966
A man cannot live well if he knows not how to die well.—Seneca Once she almost hacked a man to
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Indian Beauty
My friend visits India for the first time For the first time he sees a boy defecating on the street
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Prayer
Oh Tinder Angel, rescue me from men with diets gluten-free, who never drink in restaurants, gulp garlic pills, look deathly