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Friends & Enemiesexpand_more“One of my genetic gifts, and don’t you want to know what the other one is?”
She transfigured into a swallow in flight, or a hippo in the rainy season.
She has wings of rouge on her cheekbones, her beak blood red.
may your harvest fit in a sack may none of your apples be sweet
The engineers seemed ripe for mockery, some more than others.
With a couple, there must be one who outlives the other: the survivor.
Your bookself will appear to find you trivial, its nose deep in some tome.
Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.
It’s hard to say why Marlee wears the bridesmaid’s dress to work today.
I realize now that hers was the face that taught me what driving was.
I opened my pocketknife, grabbed his hair in a fistful, and cut.
“Why don’t you call yourself Butterfly?” he said. “A pretty thing like you.”
I had never thought of bed before as anything but an innocent place.
We pushed through the doors, back into the audition, among the lithe adults.
Somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford.
“Are all the girls really beautiful? Is it true you make out in the showers?”
Papa’s link to that pond was a matter of blood. And the delicious carp.
Lindy knew what happens in the dark behind shut doors: girls tell stories.
I’m a theatrical lyricist. I would never choose to look fat in public.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak
no evil, eat a banana.
Peter Vey
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“Get the hell off my car,” she yelled, and the kids scattered like fish.
I rented a house in the woods of East Hampton as a form of therapy.
