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Summerexpand_moreCondemned to an easy life balanced on the suffering in another land.
Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.
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.
He knew what those friends were worth: he knew the girls too.
Sublime or ridiculous, the poet seeks to constrain language.
A car curved left, leapt the curb, and came at us like the line of a bullet.
You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.
We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.
I make a point of smelling the lilac every day that first week in May.
Because I can love every small thing.
I live for now in the second house of having asked a favor from a friend.
No one was awake and I was hungover young as clean as a piano.
I was lying with electricity. I was already a story being told.
Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.
and still it is summer and each day the sun arouses the kudzu