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However hard I trudge and search I cannot find the hills I have climbed.

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.

The flail is raised high, back bent in echo of the boys’ backs.

When I saw her, I was witness and weapon both, charging at her.

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

Draw me a map of your agonies, all the missing rivers you dried.

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

It was cool and dark, azalea in bloom at the edge of the forest.

They dust off facts like diamonds that excel in perfection under a monocle.

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

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?

“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.

Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.

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

The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.

I wanted to ask what her secret was but I was too busy knitting socks.

He probably should have arrested or at least reported me to someone.

I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention.

Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.

Pinned to the wall, it looks uncannily its own language, trick of the camera.

The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.

When she passes you, her name is a bright blue phrase on your tongue.

Below, the kiss silently maneuvers our bodies closer to the rose bed.

Gurov reflected, “it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make her acquaintance.”

These are notes that please the great heart of man.

Thus is the way of leaves the secret ones that no one sees, not even me

The house of our relationship is a fort. Blanket fort. Tree fort.

It was up airly and down late with him, and the loom never standin’ still.