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I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.

Black wings thrash in trees, then strafe me low, my head their devil.

I felt that this maternal oblivion could be the rest of my life.

Meghan Dunn

It was as if my dead husband was flowing within me now, like blood.

The underworld reached out for your hand and found payment.

“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.

In the truck’s bed, resting where a dog’s might—the dead deer’s head.

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.

It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.

“You think you know me,” the girl spat back, locking eyes with Esiha.

Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of them.

Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.

This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.

I saw Les gazing up at me. And that’s when I made my mistake.

He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.

The field wants to stretch the hours, wants to be empty for us.

Judging beauty, which is keenest, Eye or heart or mind or penis?

Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.

A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.