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Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

He knew what those friends were worth: he knew the girls too.

Sublime or ridiculous, the poet seeks to constrain language.

A car curved left, leapt the curb, and came at us like the line of a bullet.

You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.

We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.

I make a point of smelling the lilac every day that first week in May.

Because I can love every small thing.

I live for now in the second house of having asked a favor from a friend.

No one was awake and I was hungover young as clean as a piano.

I was lying with electricity. I was already a story being told.

Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.

and still it is summer and each day the sun arouses the kudzu