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- The Hour Before Anyone ElseI have stopped setting an alarm. The body keeps its own appointments — five-twelve, five-fourteen — and the windows are still black, with a…
- A Coat at the DoorShe has been gone three months. The coat is still on the hook by the door — the hook by the door, not in…
- Nine TrainsA man with one earbud in, the other one dangling, like he is half-listening to a city and half-listening to a private weather. The…
- The Borrowed LightMy desk faces the kitchen window of the apartment across the alley. For a long time I did not know whose kitchen it was.…
- Letters I Did Not SendThere is a drawer in the desk, low and stiff, that I open once a year. Inside it are letters I wrote and did…
- Small RainIt rained the kind of rain that is not weather, exactly — too soft to require an umbrella, too steady to ignore. I walked…