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Extreme Unction

We sit outside our hotel room on the balcony. Florence is before us, hot, hazy, at eight o’clock at night, her sky pink. We drink Campari and soda.His weddi...

Airport

I left after our baby was asleep in her crib and you were lying on the bed reading. I drove for a long time. The night was warm. You know from the way people lo...

This Place Is An Inspiration

Oh street of little romance I greet you. In a few leafstrewn steps I have saluted your quiet carehome at the top, the straddlings of carwheels on your kerbs. Fe...

The Dreams That You Dream

She didn’t look much like Nancy. Her hair was brown, not blonde. And her nose was different, strong and straight. Nancy’s nose was the ski-jump type; the kind g...

The Gravity of Air

We trudge through the cold as if burdened by stones. But not as if burdened. We are burdened for real, just not by stones. It’s the day’s gravity that weighs us...

World’s Greatest Dad

Perkins was hungover when he came down to the hotel breakfast, which was probably why he noticed the man’s travel mug. The hotel had set up the buffet in one of...

New Business

With only one non-binary and two masculine-of-center members, the group of friends was decidedly femme-heavy. Nomi announced this during New Business, with Priy...

Looking for Gemma

Gemma, still in school uniform, trying to do her homework for once, sits at the dining room table scratching sums in the varnish: this plus that minus the other...