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it's a memoir that is simultaneously erotic and about death. But there's a twist!

Blaring ACDC in a red Buick with the windows down is a fine thing Listening to ACDC in a grey Mitsubishi is not easy to pull ..

My father loved horses. Our first Christmas in America, after the evening mass, I fell asleep in the car between my sisters. I wo..

Face like a flower I gave you— without knowing— not much of me The pain, perhaps, of calloused hand splitting me wid..

These are the songs that slaves sing--- F**k you You can't Break me Just try Try me The lion sleeps tonight

You smile and your jaw does something to my spine and I'm alive and miserable. And late, late, late you tell me small, sad things and I know ..

it's mothers-- are uncharted territory for girls our fathers we know our fathers are strong, our fathers are good our fathers are gone.

My city is perfect because it is not a city in Michigan. I pissed on the baseball diamond, and stretched my naked back on the tin r..

These long nights in well-lighted places where certainty of dawn is nothing but rumor are all that is left of grace. There's a bitter herb who..

Fear not, my frightened kitten your love is the white cord that ties me to this awful machine, earth, but not the chain which g..