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Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

I thought it was beauty alone that gave significance to life.

Young people have a gift for reviving freshness of language.

He will be unable to resist his manias for symmetry and completion.

Surely a million mothers and school teachers can’t be entirely wrong.

No parent has yet been born who can save a child from childhood.

We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.

Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.

When I think on it, I can’t believe I’m going to kill two people over weed.

The boys searched for their father, lost somewhere in the Olympic Range.

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

Spanish men. They whispered and whistled. It made her jumpy.

He was ready to move on, to touch his patients, to cut them open.

She asked, “What’s the weirdest thing you can do with your body?”

Fatwas condoned our arrest for the rouged contours of our lips.

Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.

The cat was looking at me with an intelligent expression. It knew.

She looks down the street for Scott’s truck. He’s late but so is she.

And the starved heart starts over, writing one line at a time.

Flesh is temporary, memory a tilting barn dismantled nail by nail.

Men are so delicate, must be given many portals. I try to be game.

Condemned to an easy life balanced on the suffering in another land.

But too much rain can translate anything to unspeakable.

My mother is queen of buttons. She shows off the prized ones.

David Lee

All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.

A sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.