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It wasn’t my fault that I looked like that. That’s the shape my face makes in front of a camera every time. I always worry about the idea of someone I can’t see staring straight at me. Someone in the future, who knows more about me than I do. But for just a second, before I understood what I was looking at, that future-person was me. Staring into the past at a mugshot of a creep...

With palms above our
fingers grasping we drew
many times the water

upwards from the water
where threads of black between-
matter made the afternoon...

The kind of sex
that only happens when a man is more attractive than a woman...

I’m an intuitive person. I just know what I know, is how I explain it to poor Bonnie, who doesn’t have an intuitive bone in her body. If she did, she’d know that husband of hers started cheating on her about two seconds after she found her first lump...

Our identical words might constitute two
ways of framing: ours,
the pines seen round the outside so near
together in their action

against the dark; ours, our similar parts
left together in that room
ringed by its distance from the pines...

Still, something about the situation doesn’t feel right. Dr. Rahal, sitting out on his deck with his legs crossed like a woman’s, watching just about every kid on the lake except his own daughters shoot like rockets across the sky...