Death is a lack, I suppose, and love more so. But I will not falter.
They taught us do not touch it, but who can keep from touching it?
…when you walk to the edge of the Mekong and make a wish…
From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.
You walk and the world bends toward you like leaves waiting for rain.
The towns died as quickly as a single house, a house like ours, lit gold within.
The excuse, of course, was that men had to support families.
I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.
We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.
Since his mother’s fall, Ali had been stopping by every week to help out.
So, Ida, are you a Jew or a nudist? Do you believe in Hanukkah?
We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.
I’m happy in the unmapped landscape inside the bottle.
My relationship with god resembled that of a prisoner and firing squad.
Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?
The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.
Go came up with the idea that all things were part of a good conspiracy.
I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.
Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.
We need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers.
You can go from one town square
to another and never fall in love.
“It was not wartime sentiment that moved me to ask you here.”
He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.
Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
I couldn’t love the tree in every soul shouldering its own tiny autumn.
Am I My Brother’s Keeper?
These are brothers loving and hating each other, brothers warring for a common desire, brothers who might kill each other if pushed beyond their limits.