While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.
Come live with me. We could plant acorns in each other’s mouths.
I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.
To articulate sweet sounds together is to work harder than all these.
He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.
West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.
My door overlooks a jade stream, the stillness of dawn drives cares away.
I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.
Just because we have birds inside us, we don’t have to be cages.
I believe you get to see a sunset once. Death, well, I’ve lost count.
Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, every cry.
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry.
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
Laurie Saurborn Young
We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.