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Complicity can crease the tongue back on itself like an origami dog.

Diane cupped my cheek in her hand, studying me, memorizing me.

I stood there, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.

Getting over being drunk makes you wonder why the hell you did that.

Bo could live with his contradictions. They were what made him whole.

There’s nothing left to do but crush the garlic, check the water on the stove.

Fidel narrates the home video: See the women on the beach? Beauty.

My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.

Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, every cry.

Your face is a grain of rice, one small nothing on the world’s horizon.

Vita brevis, source of all not enough. Light leaked from stopped time.

The story of a date over dinner—all in six words.

There were women everywhere, all naked or nearly naked.

You knelt down to kiss her, avoiding, of course, the wound at her brow.

The human heart is far more intricate than any single term can describe.

The streets were filled with couples and families on their way home.

I couldn’t wait. By the time you return it would’ve rotted on the vine.

An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.

An owl, as large
and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.

we’ve walked the streets: candied apples on sticks, fish heads.

All this while, I am eating the apple in this careless moment of life.

It’s like listening to the snow falling before sticking out your tongue.

you always have something in store for me. bad news.

Was this where he would grow old? Would it all end in a room like this?

We roasted mastodons. Designed skewers, ovens, steampits.

I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.

By the kitchen sink, my aunt held a fish as if holding the Holy Body.