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Your words will strike her heart like Saint Teresa’s flaming arrow.

It wasn’t clear if there was an outside world to our outside world.

In that world I was a fish too eager to enter the nets; here, I’m a river.

The angel lay in his body effervescent as a flake of alabaster.

No fields of gold. No ripe. One hill, no wave, no roll. I am billboards.

It’s the roll-up-your-sleeves hour, when you have to make a living.

I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.

Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.

We could have everything and still be hurt.

ursula says she’s seen everyone she loves in an apple, save herself.

When the population was whiter, they fawned over the Korean.

With cane in hand I felt a twinge of superiority to the crutch people.

I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots outside in the night.

Chase Twichell

I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.

Theodora Shure

Omens from the Lord, or Nature, the clouds, some darker silhouette.

Limbo: Latin, limbus, meaning a hem between sclera and cornea.

Zeus’s tongue thrusts straight and deep between my lips.

Here is where you touch the world and here are the words to feel its heat.

They rose before us under a halo of lights like figures in a shrine.

Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?

I once watched a man wax a hallway with an overweight rotary brush.

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

I am part dumb, and blind, and deaf, and untasting and unfeeling.

These sounds for you, verbs of attraction. Matters of tense.

Cat food smells even unopened like vomit and I don’t trust cats.

If he could not evade a serious question by a joke, he bolted.

Re: murdering democracy, oiling the shore, shearing the rain forest.

I wouldn’t know what to do with the body, gills pumping like an accordion.