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She had yellow cat eyes that she insisted were also blond.

While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.

I stop and look at the sky. Suddenly: orange, red, pink, blue, green, purple.

Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.

As a child I wanted to behold the elusive squid, the patience of eels.

give me a fish and I will make a necklace of its sharpest bones