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Who are we? Without one another, who will we be?

Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.

I want you enough to gnash you into a silence made from pieces of silver.

I’ve taken the pledge and made donations of blood to the world.

Michael McGriff

I’m from Boston, is that why I imagine Fredrick’s emotions for him?

Let’s put a frog in his bed and have him feel it jump all over him.

i silenced with my hands the loud wet thing that would not let me sleep

The old hen scratches then looks, scratches then looks. My life.

The meeting hall of their bodies piled on lawns caked with dying birds.

Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."

The body passing through its own fires, the hard escape of it all.

How do we heal our savage hearts, foolish wrath gone rogue on any soul.

At 35,000 feet, the center of heaven, in the deep Milky Way, we meet.

You try to confess your crime of turning the world into words.

Four wings of silk without a trace of dust perched upon a silken line.

There’s no need to check for a pulse, hold a hand mirror for breath.

She possessed a quality that made one forget all shortcomings.

Splayed toes adhesive on a whitewashed wall, ghost-tattoo.

What I want is a woman who knows all the meanings of indulgence.

Perhaps the only way to see a whole body is to see one coming out of you.

What a good time we could have if we were happy to be who we are.

From that day on, Sivaprakasam got embroiled in an ungodly mess.

My days pass through me as music through a thin, stretched wire.

They rise in waves, while a lone hawk remains unperturbed.

Brod stopped her before she could fling the latte in Marcella’s face.

Oh, won’t you lie here darling whistlepigs, here, curled at my side?

Pummel nests from limbs and drown the furred things in their dens.

Children were driven by deep yearnings that should be satisfied.

You’ve trained me well in the art of intimate distance. It’s not been easy.