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The light, returning, nudged me from sleep, and walked me to dinner.

The dugout boats kissing the shoreline have ferried us into open markets. Girl, you call me in time, where this too can be forgotten. The hands that made them asking for more things in dim light.

“I wonder what will stay longer,” Frick said. “Me or that headstone.”

Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.

A ripple across the darker fathom, no sooner there than torn away.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, the flying cloud, the frosty light.

Our cocoa is gone and our dreams are being eaten by mice.

Gerard sat in the shadow, watching his son steal about like a thief.

What I want is a woman who knows all the meanings of indulgence.

His chest was sweaty and his T-shirt stuck to it, bleeding black.

That cold green streak morning had nothing in common with us.

Somewhere along the way her husband had gotten scared.

I’m just wired hard for hunting, and not so much at all for fishing.

Come live with me. We could plant acorns in each other’s mouths.

The child writes, Child, and is amazed at this word on the page.

Some longings appear so frequently they must be instinct.

I reach in, blind hand finds what I’ve already seen, only one front foot.

Whitman may just mean: it is pretty cold, but there’s always colder.

I could throw one of these rocks at the moon and watch it fall.

They wrapped him in bandages from all three kits. The old man watched them.

Everything white is a white spider. The spider spins regardless of color.

The house is full of houseguests and they’re giving Netflix a workout.

Your voice on the phone, a gesundt in dein keppel you blessed my head.

Ice and evergreen and sun; three moments arranged for human looking.

I am weary of the summer’s darkness in this cavern of elms. I wish the leaves would fall, that one wind would blow them away.

Before sunrise I counted nine meteors scratching the heavens.

The grass is defiant, wild, and reluctant to take any shape.

I walk across the fields with only a few young cows for company.

Ten years ago, when I was in college, my father divorced my mother and said he wanted me to become responsible for her. That is why I fled to Italy.