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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.
Three months is a long time to be away from the person you love.
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.
Tell me our species matters more, tell me that, and I, I will crawl back.
We hung our posters at the drugstore, at the grocery, at city hall. I tacked up a 1970s Earth Day poster from my mother’s classroom. We tie-dyed shirts, and I bought everyone a plastic visor to paint.
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.
I have never seen a bird, but I tell stories of creatures that walk the sky.
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.
Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.
Let there not be stench. Let the itch inside my skin quiet. Let the smell of my body be the lushness of a green wetland.
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.