This is the last year that things will be this way and then you’ll leave and it’ll feel like death— that’s the thing. Nobody gets to...

in that time before she wore heels the buckles of her bootstraps waned soggy with earthy smatterings the speckles smacked the smile into...

The first time I read it I almost understood. His black eye and tight mouth unsettled me, with clarity staring through a grainy...