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The snow on the windshield a tunnel of wings my friend is driving through.

We didn’t give the order to drop the bomb. But thank God somebody did.

The billows murmur at our feet, where the earth and ocean meet.

We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.

The day holds a cup of milk and sits on the couch, legs tucked up.

Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.

I wanted to ask what her secret was but I was too busy knitting socks.

We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.

Stop her there, on the bank of knowingness, just before spring.

Love cannot override what cells do in the nighttime of our bodies.

She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.

“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.

Take this man, Stepan. His deep mellow voice soars in my heart.

I hold out hands, empty and poor like a beggar by the temple door.

We spread. Kneel. We’ll come out missing parts. This we know.

Owen’s head throbbed, his ears ached, and an anvil sat on his chest.

Beyond her ampleness, he stands a small man vanquished.

All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.

Condemned to an easy life balanced on the suffering in another land.

She regarded the world calmly without the filter of her suffering.

A memory in the drip, drip, drip of the kitchen sink that won’t stop.

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

I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.

How do you beat a man who refuses to rise from a puddle of his own blood.

The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.

My “lonelymaking.” Also known as my horrible secret, continent-wide.

The coverage of the state funeral, black horse bearing an empty saddle.

I never felt heart stop or skin burn, just the first split second of sound.

It’s the roll-up-your-sleeves hour, when you have to make a living.

It wasn’t clear if there was an outside world to our outside world.