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Relationshipsexpand_moreDeath is our common ancestor. It doesn’t care who we have dined with.
Forgive me, please, for continuing to believe that roses are beautiful.
He folds on himself like a sheet kicked off the foot of a bed.
I used to be known for the humor of my music, the lightness of touch.
I was once a rider of mastodons, a waitress showing skin.
The men here don’t know where to place me, call me exotic grail.
When I’m reading him I feel myself come closer to you than usual.
For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.
If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.
Someone’s walk is pretty much who they are, from the beginning.
I was happy I had no one to talk to, to be alone. Happy to be in the hospital.
I hear Tchaikovsky when I close my eyes and pretend I’m flying.
There was an intimacy to the sound that thrilled me.
I was always being left behind in the mud, a bandage around my eyes.
Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.
The alert says Warning: Wild Exotic Animals Loose.
The new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.
Like a bird with a broken wing I will smudge the line of the hopscotch.
You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.
I saw myself, and for the first time, I didn’t look away.
The sex in these fantasies was always a product of love.
We have mysterious inclinations. No one can explain it to us.
Her appearances are fleeting, a gust of air, a murmur in the night.
She was the idiot who fell in love with some high-class gigolo.
He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.
Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.
Hearing the baby’s cry, Varka finds the enemy who is crushing her heart.
In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.
Teddy, the new sous chef, is on fire again. It’s the second time in a week. I make a silent promise to myself never to have sex on a beach, not even with Ryan Gosling.
