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The Bodyexpand_moreI only feel that here, only here, in this one place, a small rise.
Think of the fish whose stripes appear only on cooking through. Fold each thought: the highway stop where toilet paper is piled.
This body is all I have, I say. Some days it is still not enough.
When I dream of lovers, I rarely see faces. It’s better if we never touch.
Our bed a garden of the littlest sighs of our waking. Our room, abstract.
Tobacco and dirty wool, rank alcoholic sweat. I liked him right away.
Please, Theresa thought, as a tenderness surged within herself.
Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.
I lost my medicine bag from back when I believed in magic.
Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.
Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.
Mina sees, very clearly, Tony Salvatore looking up her gaping shirt.
The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.
We couldn’t tell which of us was a girl or a boy we gorged on dirt.
Abandon the idea that arts and sciences are mutually exclusive.
He was making some green by ripping his own heart out.
I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.
He knows what happens before it happens. Next shift, next season.
Even glaciers have phone lines even Roquefort has its soft tufts of sweet
“One of my genetic gifts, and don’t you want to know what the other one is?”
It seems too late for them to change, to find a way to survive awake.
She transfigured into a swallow in flight, or a hippo in the rainy season.
He phones from across the country after lying in the grass with another.
The engineers seemed ripe for mockery, some more than others.
In three years he had made her forget that blindness meant not seeing.
He sees the slight swelling of her breasts in the open collar of her blouse.
Maybe she was a stereotype now: a single woman with a cat.
The night was clear, a fat kingfish moon in the sky with stars.
I asked for water, and he shot me a look of henpecked resentment.
Find a hair in the rose bush, wrap it around a thorn until that thorn is soft.
