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Animalsexpand_moreI eat what’s in front of me, as all great men do. Some wouldn’t, but I do.
All down my street the new fathers beat the kingness out of the kings.
Our crowns are made of dead hair and get swept out with the trash.
Because grass sprouts from the stump’s rings like tiny soldiers.
Burly Viking raiders are standing in the coffee line, sharing pickles.
If this farmer worried about her husband, he gave no sign.
Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.
When one of the Baxters yelled, “Hey, Turd,” we all turned our heads.
The boys came down out of the woods and crossed toward the dock.
So here’s the tale, the rumor of the body, and we have to tell it.
A question will render in a throat before blowing out its socket.
Salt lick inquest skill-step stalks. All flit, vanish: footfall’s fault.
The alert says Warning: Wild Exotic Animals Loose.
Tobias Wolff
Had he been a man, we could’ve saved his life right then and there.
Christ is not alive but the she-blood is. Slow down and swerve to miss her.
Jenifer Browne Lawrence
On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.
Of the sixteen elephants, one—a lady—completely took my heart.
Never takes much, a fingertip’s touch, or beak-brush of prey-probing bird.
Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.
The people awakened, rose up, raged at tyrants garbed in uniforms.
In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters.
Out by the road was her son standing without a stitch of clothing.
I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.
The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Drowning people will do anything for air.
What did St. Teresa have in mind when she prayed to be released?
Whales are very big (I saw one on a beach once) but trash is way bigger.
Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.
