A gravely ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant.
The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.
I thought my body was mine until it a map anyone could use.
We are in his car. “Bell, I’m starving. Want to go for a burger or pizza?” I panic. Pizza. 285 calories per slice. Burgers. Harder to estimate.
She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?
All over the planet people try to end pain: striptease, bee stings.
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.
Americans have always a kind of tenderness for cheat.
My bike, my skinny body, my pent breath was thrown to the grass.
The stones here carry the island’s low cry inside them. A landlocked grief.
The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.
I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.
“I’m torturing you,” she said. “It isn’t fair.” Now I saw there were tears.
They taught us do not touch it, but who can keep from touching it?
We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?
When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.
He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.
Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.
You are afraid pain itself might develop a way to communicate.
We have harvested nothing more than the stench of middle age.
I tell him: junkies are the only people worth talking to about love.
The girl marched directly up to me, glaring, and said, “You hit my dog.”
When push comes to shove, I can get downright Aeolian on you, son.
The pillow into which her face was turned muffled her voice.
I didn’t trust her. Relationships like ours aren’t built on trust.
I only feel that here, only here, in this one place, a small rise.
Tobacco and dirty wool, rank alcoholic sweat. I liked him right away.