Carrie Etter is pursued

Pursuit, Dublin  My destroying angel has the genitalsof a man and a fickle heart.On Grafton Street the shoppersabsorb him without a shriek. Laceless shoes, ringless fingers—nothing to slow my gait,though if he’s manly, he’s a fair wind—I erode by...

Donal Mahoney remembers the cab driver

Taxi Driver  I remember the trainand the cab that I caught,the train because of the meal that I had,too many plates, the tiniest portions,the cab because of the driver I had. I could see in the mirror his eyesoar to the side of its socket,a hummingbird...