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For the president’s arrival they shot two dogs making love on the tarmac.

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

Flesh is temporary, memory a tilting barn dismantled nail by nail.

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

My soul is simple; it doesn’t think. Something strange paces there now.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

I know which home takes the turning, which mind washes in hot water.

It seemed to her that they only ever touched each other in transient, sudden ways.

Everyone has something lodged and jittering inside them.

Definitely believe what you hear about the problems with painkillers.

Exit the building. Say nothing to anyone. They did. And they didn’t.

The emblazoned vessel performed my false and vulgar life—I knelt to it.

With cane in hand I felt a twinge of superiority to the crutch people.

“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”

Theodora Shure

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.

The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”

How do we get there, to where we can answer what the jingle is asking.

The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.

While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?

Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.

This is a novel that contains more than its actuarial share of falls.

At first he was mortified. Another person harboured ill will towards him.

You’ve seen her almost every day, going to and from the gardens.

You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

I’ve got my hands around the man’s legs when I notice the blood.