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The Bodyexpand_moreI managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.
Mafia didn’t like me, except for the tickling game. It went like this.
Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.
The little door would appear in my mind’s eye, except that now it was ajar.
The noiseless trees, the insentient breezes that are not there.
I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.
Stop her there, on the bank of knowingness, just before spring.
She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.
The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.
What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?
I wait for the one thing that will change my life to arrive in the mail.
He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.
In the rooms you picked up what you liked, like shells on a beach.
We were in a play about affection. We were in a play about sex.
Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.
My friend Angela, who is also my roommate, got me into stripping.
When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.
What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.
How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight.
What’s a man supposed to do when his best friend is a falcon?
Never issue a dare to a dead person. They’ve got all the time in the world.
I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness.
This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.
For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.
Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.
The local madman’s been here even longer, lying across the sidewalk. It’s no sin, all who hurry past his babble: no word-salad unlocks God.
Men like me and my brothers filmed what we planted for proof we existed.
Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.
Little footage, this plot, where it thrived at first, then ghosted away.
We spread. Kneel. We’ll come out missing parts. This we know.
