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I pictured myself as a chart inside her head. Two sides: good and bad.

I bought the gun after my therapist said he wouldn’t have sex with me.

“Listen,” Mike said. “You’ve had a hard day. How about I drive you home?”

I will never know what my mother guessed or didn’t suspect.

To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.

A nearly perfect guitar fell from the sky and landed in my mom’s azaleas.

I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.

Because I am lonely, I am always shying away from the mirror.

Theirs was a free fall that went on and on. If it’s time to fall, let’s fall.

I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.

Lure, yes, you would know how to catch and clean such a thing.

The dugout boats kissing the shoreline have ferried us into open markets. Girl, you call me in time, where this too can be forgotten. The hands that made them asking for more things in dim light.

Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?

Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.

I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.

It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.

Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.

In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.

I told you how I’ve always been attracted to little violences.

I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.

Her trust in me is a swirled marble sinking slowly in an aqua pool.

I let you pull my hair, throw me to the rocks, disarrange me.

Soon everything here will be sopped up by time. Only art will last.

There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.

Tell her I put poison in the pot and I intend to watch her drink it.

What do you offer someone who has lost half of her beginning?

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

Regarding the affairs of our Father, your demon is Ennui.

Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.