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All diseases were conquered. Death was an adventure for volunteers.
I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.
The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.
He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.
My advice is to take advice with a grain of salt.
We pried the last of the pallid squid from their crevices and ate them.
Bees may not be bought. Our children may never know apples.
We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.
For years, all we showed her for her pains were two deaf ears.
I wanted to forget my parents’ slow dying together in Ohio.
Ideology, all of us inanimate in the face of the onslaught.
Home, I thought. This was the new country I had been yearning for.
What I eat, that heap has eaten. What I like, it gets, but less of.
The body passing through its own fires, the hard escape of it all.
All roads lead to Rome, but all trails take you to Oklahoma.
It has its life, returning always to the ocean. It doesn’t care.
Oh, won’t you lie here darling whistlepigs, here, curled at my side?
The specimen, a man oblivious, is beautiful to behold, perfect, enough.
For who can escape one’s twenties or browser history?
There was one lease Homer Young wanted above all others.
Not a single environmentalist holds out much hope for the future.
Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.
You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.