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Memoryexpand_moreHe’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.
“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”
I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.
They rose before us under a halo of lights like figures in a shrine.
What I really meant to say is that I am tired. Beauty can demand so much.
Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.
She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.
If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.
You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.
The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.
All my life I wondered what it is to vanish like a ring of smoke.
Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.
Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.
“Wanna give it a go?” my brother asks, nudging me with his 12-gauge.
Her husband is away at the family cabin, and she is glad for the space.
The guy from the funeral home can’t get the gurney into the house.
He squinted and looked off a little beyond where we were.
Bright rot laces the air, light sharpens each leaf. On our way to fallow, fire.
The hands opened calmly like seeds, endured the passage of time.
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It wants to name the dead—without a name you wander lost in the sky.
It was spring: the field, a botanist’s mirage of wild flowers.
We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.
These sounds for you, verbs of attraction. Matters of tense.
There is something on my mind rushing up as river in a locked car.
Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
If he could not evade a serious question by a joke, he bolted.
