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Introduction to Matter

After I finally got over my sense of being a character in a book, and the innocence had gradually drained out of me                                   through the holes life punctured in my container, that’s when I finally had time to stoop down and look closely at the dry, exhausted-looking grass             next to the sidewalk, blowing back and…

Rule 1

do you remember that bum you ran into in the bathroom of the Radisson washing himself with a rag his clothes in a pile in the corner he must have been in his sixties all smiles and still retarded by his father’s rage oh this man he said the things he did to me and…

The Centaur of Volos

He takes the bones of a pony,                a pot of Earl Grey tea, a paintbrush      and what remains of the body where his students learned, for years,                to name the parts, saying ulna, radius,      tibia, skull. Saying femur, sternum,                pelvis, clavicle. Is this not how god made Eve                and Adam, more or less? The one…

Grace

It’s been a month now she’s been tutoring a dead girl on Park Avenue. She says as much into her cell. She’s walking fast to the subway so she won’t be late—she has to take three trains. “We’re doing vocab. Great Expectations.” “What’s that?” her mom says. “A blond girl? Does her hair color matter?”…

Come the Revolution

Derek moved into the attic in August, and suddenly there were guns in Lucy’s house. Two: a rifle and a shotgun. There was a difference between them, Lucy had learned, though they looked the same to her, both dark-wooded and smoothly tarnished, antique-y, as if they belonged above a mantelpiece instead of propped up in…

Precision

When I change lanes on I-70 North toward the St. Louis airport, my father points to my sideview mirrors and asks how I like them angled. He tells me he keeps his tilted to show only a trace of his car, a shadow, enough to see where it ends and the asphalt picks up. And…

Visit #1

Your grandfather and I walk alike, each of us counting the brittle spaces in getting older. At the desk I explain I want to see my son, and I see you are now digits on a sheet. Black men in black—the brothers—make sure you obey the rules. It is like the times I had to…