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War & Violenceexpand_moreA sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.
“Oh, Jesus.” It’s the greatest shame since 1929’s stock market.
Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.
They cut you off, let fall your hammered silver bracelets to the sand.
Let father be a man walking to the river, ready to bargain with water.
A boy in a dress vanishes beneath the sound of his own galloping.
Ajax can answer all this killing only with the killing of himself.
We press closer to look at a picture: a handcuffed boy leaning toward us.
Lebanon’s sky was full of stars. The sky here doesn’t have any stars.
The air has grown inside me. It’s become a sanctuary.
A car curved left, leapt the curb, and came at us like the line of a bullet.
Wicked fictions wrap a young tongue’s sweet-tipped fibs into fact.
No fields of gold. No ripe. One hill, no wave, no roll. I am billboards.
Two surgeons vaulted over a counter to hold open my incisions.
A boy knew he wouldn’t see his mother’s face as he rose from the mat.
Men came over carrying lanterns and pulled away the chunks of ice.
We could use our arms to squeeze or hold or load not a gun, not a gun.
If every cowboy has a sad song, I’m afraid you are mine to perform.
Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?
“You know what they say about
free health care. It costs money.”
Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.
Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.
How do we get there, to where we can answer what the jingle is asking.
His eyes always astonish her. Iridescent blue, flecked with black. Her husband was gone, two years later than she should’ve thrown him out.
As I lit the samovar, she stepped through the door with that reserved gaze and whispering voice of hers. The Kabul of my childhood. The Kabul of affectionate gestures, of wise, soft-spoken street vendors. She ended the conversation in her usual discerning way, smoothing the blanket across my chest.
The Others came in the light of day and splayed Father open.
Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.
Re: murdering democracy, oiling the shore, shearing the rain forest.
