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The Diary of Martín Santomé: A Novel

The dullest May Day in world history. To make matters worse, it was a gray, rainy, and prematurely wintry day. There were no people, buses, or anything in the streets. And me in my room, in my single bed, in this dark, heavy silence of seven-thirty.

Tragic Strip

Crowded urinal. / Too shy to pee in public, / I feign a nose blow.

Watch Love Grow

We laughed at the wedding invitation when it arrived. It wasn’t for the wedding of anyone I knew—a cousin of Sam’s, a boy he’d played with at a few family picnics when they were both twelve and mean, one of those swift, short affairs of childhood, when what is kindred changes quickly.


The Brooklyn Rail

MAR 2012

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