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He came into town with his big red pen and began revising us.

What’s the harm? Will you fight even the healing powers of love?

I waited and waited, rethinking first sentences in my sleep.

My books, I can hardly read them, they make so much sense.

Bees kill wasps by gathering around and tightening in the middle.

The time a man kissed my hand when we met. Though he’s been dead for decades now, I still feel the kiss.

Euclid stands in front of his lover’s door, open to the last hours of light.

His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.

They are glorious pumpkin-skinned messengers. I hate them.

And that girls came to his house all the time, cheap girls from the docks.

Love speaks in silence, on behalf of lovers too tired for words.

She looks down the street for Scott’s truck. He’s late but so is she.

Before he started spraying he would hand her the mask to put on.

After several months, I worked up the courage to share a war poem.

My lust works like the tides pulling in reverse, controlled by a simple ballast.

My mother is queen of buttons. She shows off the prized ones.

I wanted my love to be everywhere, then love began to bite through me.

David Lee

Salt provokes, tenderizes. Your wounds, your dinner.

Think how you move, how a room changes with your smallest breath.

Nothing likes to be abandoned, no one likes to be compared.

But we do despise beauty. We connect it with softness and immortality.

All right. We are perfect. Tomorrow we will make a million dollars.

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

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

Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.

I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.