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What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.

They’d been together an hour, but they were an easy threesome.

“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.

The local madman’s been here even longer, lying across the sidewalk. It’s no sin, all who hurry past his babble: no word-salad unlocks God.

We see how tired you are as you lean on your rifle or your shovel.

The people flocked to witness the execution of Ja’afar and his kinsmen.

Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.

He pushed aside a photograph of a man with a knife stuck in his eye.

I crouched just like my mother burying nail clippings to ward off curses.

Sister Barbara folded her arms like a forbearing husband.

My books, I can hardly read them, they make so much sense.

Grasshoppers tumble from the reeds, snapping like electricity.

Fatwas condoned our arrest for the rouged contours of our lips.

She looks down the street for Scott’s truck. He’s late but so is she.

Salt provokes, tenderizes. Your wounds, your dinner.

From a pyre on the burning ghat a corpse slowly sits up in the flames.

Arriving on earth’s paradise, wearing only light for their bodies.

A goddess was offended; her altar required my virgin blood.

But too much rain can translate anything to unspeakable.

With a hammer well aimed, try to destroy the whole with a single blow.

A memory in the drip, drip, drip of the kitchen sink that won’t stop.

If life was exchanged, who is to say it flowed one way?

All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.

A sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.

And the starved heart starts over, writing one line at a time.

My brother stealing all the lightbulbs, my parents live without light.

But we do despise beauty. We connect it with softness and immortality.

Here: geeky cyber-warriors crunch cheese Cheetos over keyboards.