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Deathexpand_moreOne spent the better part of this life writing in the dirt with a stick.
She possessed a quality that made one forget all shortcomings.
Play hero, sunburned protagonist, awake in our dream.
Imagine being able to calm the one you love best, who loves you best.
I’d leave the house at night and walk the road, knowing I was watched.
A clumsy coyote descends an old hill of garbage. Death is visiting.
Perhaps the only way to see a whole body is to see one coming out of you.
Unnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.
She couldn’t have carried knowledge their kind would soon be extinct. The sediment came when it did, sealing them in their varied positions.
Kay Whitaker
My new car cost more than my dad’s first house; I Googled it.
Hard to know what a prisoner believes, what the guard presumes.
I wonder why I feel bound to the gray-dry skin of you, the barrenness of feet.
He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.
The day was beyond the reach of words like tragic and hilarious.
A family becomes fossilized—a darker crosshatch etched in hard sand.
Picture the thing you want most. True love? A new car? Let it go.
Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.
Come winter, they go to the funeral early & count the living.
The Morgan nosed her for another carrot. She petted his neck. She had loved to canter.
My stepfather has gone out with a blanket to place over a doe’s body.
The problem, as it turned out, is: Forever can be surprisingly short.
Stocking shelves, like serving, is a job that will not let go of your mind.
I remember the sun on the mountain like a trembling drop of lava. When the lasso dancers were done, they kicked away like wild colts.
He saw each bird as a kind of feeling, imagining its movements.
They found her where such girls are found. A Manhattan street.
He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.
The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.
Life has never been in remission or rehabilitation. Life doesn’t sing.
