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There it was, the urge to hurt one’s neck by craning toward the dazzle.

Despite cell phones, they seem connected only by smoke.

Their marriage had dwindled to a separation and a running joke.

Knowing that it will end i saw myself again at the fair popping balloons

Heat heat and the sky a flame of sapphire, even rocks blazing.

Fidel narrates the home video: See the women on the beach? Beauty.

It was just what it was. Sex with someone who was not her husband.

Did you hear about the candidate who grabbed Hugh’s dick?

Surrender me to shallows and the salt gallop of a rising surf.

I seek these ghosts because they allow me to return home outside of time.

The mistake you make with this man is, you wait around for him.

I care only about the little body wiggling in that plastic bassinet.

Death pointed the gun in his socket and blew off some of his skull.

Ira and Ada are stepsiblings. Within a month they were sleeping together.

“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”

Diane Kirsten Martin

We want no truck with death. Not now while we’re busy feasting on figs.

Your face is a grain of rice, one small nothing on the world’s horizon.

shoulds & shouldn’ts unwound now to dids & didn’t

Every morning I wipe the sweat from the hollow of my master’s throat.

God doesn’t punish wrongdoing. Rewards multiply if tended to in secret.

The cicada will crawl up a tree and leave the murmur of skin.

Vita brevis, source of all not enough. Light leaked from stopped time.

Stories are places to live. We live in stories. What we are is stories.

It wasn’t so long ago I carried my tiny son piggyback through the woods.

We are nothing; less than nothing, we are only what might have been.

Lately it’s getting harder to say the true thing, to find solace in nature.

I couldn’t wait. By the time you return it would’ve rotted on the vine.

How can anyone imagine sleep is possible in such a time?

An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.