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The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

I had forgotten how to breathe, and then I learned again, all at once.

While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.

We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.

Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.

Because I can love every small thing.

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.

Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.

América, make me wings large enough to carry me back and forth.

Give him a bottle of red wine. You’ll be his best friend right away.

The Nazis are training some of their storm-troopers here in America.

“When we heard the horn, we left—our faces wet—not looking back.”

A rumour went round that the Australians had bulletproof clothing.

“Ki o tsukete!” she called, and he knew the words. Be careful.

You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.

I’ve got my hands around the man’s legs when I notice the blood.

“O youth! The strength of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it!”