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Heartache & Lossexpand_moreLess magic, less defense, more speed, more stealth.
There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.
The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.
Lure, yes, you would know how to catch and clean such a thing.
The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.
He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.
I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.
If every present
is possible, how can we have eyes to see?
I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.
I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.
Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.
Everything hung in perfect balance. Light and dark, heaven and hell.
Even as a child, I was skeptical—testing God when He wasn’t looking.
I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).
i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.
Our father crumbled after her affair. We watched him for signs of cracking.
I thought about the little graveyard where the man would be laid.
he has come to write like nervous wasps in my mind like a grocery list.
When he bent close to her, his balaclava glowed silvery in the dying sunlight.
If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.
Her last relationship was with Elsa’s Instagram, truth be told. If Elsa is going to accept her follower invite, it needs to look believable. You did a bad thing, she thinks, and this is what you get.
“I wonder what will stay longer,” Frick said. “Me or that headstone.”
That late afternoon in the park, with its kiss, wasn’t an ending or a beginning; it was both. The piano had been a great bird rustling and swooping in the vast space.
A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.
I build our life together as I want it to be.
Who are we? Without one another, who will we be?
I am veins and breath, the entrance the world passes through.
There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.
