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The Cleaner

‘The smell on me is all chemicals, and it’s chapped hands that reach for the rum and coke. There’s a woman at the end of the bar who looks in a bad way, and I recognise her as Sam, the mother of the young woman whose blood I was just pulling from the floors.’

I, me, Sonny

‘I know from the caravan beforehand that the villain wears more make-up than the maiden. Black pencil and they’ll twist the edges of your moustache, if you have one. To look grotesque and merciless, they said, it’s important.’

The Other Poet Drives a Black Mercedes

‘Cows turn their big faces, and I am afraid of how life goes on until we die. All those dead tucked into the ground as the ancient Mercedes purrs by.’

The Milgrams

‘We resented the fact that she thought we would be impressed by Doug. And we also resented that we were, maybe, impressed by Doug.’

Nor in Deep

‘He brings his bottom lip over his top lip and makes it touch his small nose. It makes him look older somehow and like he’s disappointed in me. I remember feeling disappointed in my father when I asked him simple questions and received complicated answers.’

A Bellyflop Shouldn’t Hurt Like This

‘A radio station blares such shitty muzak that I double-check to make sure this is, in fact, the man who was my father back in Dublin.’

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‘What Swift grasped with devastating clarity was that power does not always shout; it often speaks in the calm language of order, necessity, and public good, and in doing so renders its own cruelty intelligible, even acceptable.’

The Cleaner

‘The smell on me is all chemicals, and it’s chapped hands that reach for the rum and coke. There’s a woman at the end of the bar who looks in a bad way, and I recognise her as Sam, the mother of the young woman whose blood I was just pulling from the floors.’

I, me, Sonny

‘I know from the caravan beforehand that the villain wears more make-up than the maiden. Black pencil and they’ll twist the edges of your moustache, if you have one. To look grotesque and merciless, they said, it’s important.’

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The Coat

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