they threw sand in his eyes it begins downstairs soldiers calling our names his too federman all wrong ... again whereas in fact my mother was crying softly as the door closes on me I'm beginning to see ... wrote all the doors opened to stare at my nakedness a metaphor I suppose a twisted laugh wrong again ...

and say you my other aren't you ever going to answer me you fluster me i lust for you i dream ... mask my skin drained basted nothing exists but desire wasted young in haste the old say they know they ... feel themselves out we are always too dutiful toward them and the more they wither the more they ...

gauzed dawn, His face fevered and pearled, his eyes alive With something he was dying to say. We kept ... unclaimed and fenceless field. In bed, Drifting, I'd hear sometimes his late returnings, The silent ... house unsettling, footsteps, mutterings, A door touched softly shut. But early once, A morning when the ...

Page 52 from Issue 99 TruQUARTERLY I almost laughed. "That's ... Just me and them. I recognized some of the unfortunate guests, but I couldn't say from where. ... a wife, chil­ dren. They were out in the country, at Las Cruzas, visiting mother. How long would it take ...

her, hear? Then come tell me if she's all right. Deke held out his hand and asked to read it. ... son, don't call me sir. You're older than me." That was crazy but it hit ... but Deke overtook me, rearing up and lifting his front tire off the ground- that eager for something ...