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In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.

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

You see, I plan on remaining here as the most foolish god in the world.

Of course the despicable wretch would beg her to forgive him again.

Everything changed. And to our greater shame, nothing did.

“Clean up this mess!” I tell the woman. “How can you live like this?”

They had come for him very early in the morning. It was still dark outside.

If I had been blessed that afternoon, why did I lose my tongue?

Puppets share wine. A dog dressed in a red gown growls.

“If a man wanted, he could be anything and not come back.”

Surrender me to shallows and the salt gallop of a rising surf.

Cold metal stands upon my brow; Spiders seek my heart.

And jesse, the smart bombs do not recognize the babies.

It commands your presence, mocking your impatience with its steam.

And the bearers of moderate gifts leap on buses and jam all the doorways, disappear into courtyards that gape.

Sometimes they revert to trickery, apple their venom with a smile.

“You are too young for politics, too beautiful for a jail cell.”

Mikey said the hole wouldn’t lead to China, but he was frequently wrong.

There’s a god sitting, the morning foaming in his mouth.

I was constantly being torn between belief and disbelief in his narrative.

“Silence can be difficult, and we’re silent the whole time,” she said.

Now, this new dark blot on the street. Maybe motor oil, or blood or worse.

The intention of the writer is irrelevant to the success of the story.

Is there anything that hasn’t been sold yet? If it’s true then let’s celebrate.

Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.

“Who you kiddin? There’s no middle class anymore, we’re all just poor.”

They say it is the soul that rises, not the body. But the body does rise—

Lufthansa lifts off under me. The set sun disinters, a fanned cinder.

There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table.

One who has suffered enough, you can love yourself to death.