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Too Much Heat The dog was hot. She could see this because she felt it herself. Even outside of the cottage, hot and sticky, a guest in her body, wanting to
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The rich shrink can’t help himself when he’s depressed, can’t self-medicate with pills and stuff, he needs a therapist to help him out, to sell his house and
That night we are jumping on the twin beds in our room. Everything is flowers in our room, climbing up the wallpaper, creeping over our bedspreads. We hear our
A Struck Moose A struck moose slumps in the grass. A cop prepares to shoot it. Thick hairy men are quarreling over the rack. We pass by this tableau with a
(After Chaibia Talal “Souk,” 1990) Since Fatma and Zaineb turned fourteen, their mother let them go to the market alone. They knew Mama wanted to rest before
Day of the Dead We know by now you could still call, tap that low landline voltage to let us know we can let go of you, lay you in that basket of rushes that
