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Deathexpand_moreShe’s not the same, her body more naked in its aging, its disorder.
my grandparents lay in a room listening to their legs rub together
Two animals, doe-eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night.
She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.
Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.
The longing to know hovered like a star above this child-woman.
Doctor Dressler left her a note: Suicide. Back by 7:00. Love, Max.
Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.
I light fires in the dark wake of space where you have tarried. Or died.
I eat what’s in front of me, as all great men do. Some wouldn’t, but I do.
I found it impossible not to imagine a radiant future for myself.
Poets need to be
in constant touch with the extremes of feeling.
Small valleys and veins give way to a lifted ridge like a rib or an arm bone.
Warm breath in my ear mouthing a name; rivulet folded back in water.
My dear, even my ear is trying to eat itself in its attempt to forget you.
She was gone then, inaudible, steeple-reticent, demure as sky.
He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.
There is a lot about others I don’t remember, outliving an interest.
It began last spring / Flowers blooming like crazy / No balm to our fear
On a jet stream, unearthly, air can travel at hundreds of miles per hour.
He’s gonna change the way we farm around here. Make it more like India.
Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.
I don’t need to consult a healer to feel the aura glowing around us.
Mom often went to work on her days off. The library was her refuge.
The stories of terror continued well after the tsunami had passed.
Owen falls. Like a dummy. Like he’s dead even before he dies.
Eating a raw oyster is like exchanging a soul kiss with the sea.
The danger was my own carelessness, and now I was waist deep in it.
It was the year we learned to wash our hands. That was one lesson.
Even in death, my mother had to make things difficult for me.
