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Jesus is Coming

The tapping of the shower is 
the insistent brush of reeds 
along the Charles and the slap 
of oars I’ve just left. 

Marcus

It is not that I miss you now 
but I miss it—when I 
swallowed your finger the first night 
and restrained myself in deference to 

Faith, Hope, and Charity

It seems to me that the whole difficulty of our friendship was reflected in our names. It wasn’t that we had feuding surnames—certainly no Capulets and Montagues—but in fact the conflict was more fundamental because…

The Invisible Woman

The invisible woman is angry. 
Boy is she mad. 
She took her books to the library last night 
and last night she burned the library down.