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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.

My mother’s house was packed, painted, put up for sale—sold.

Bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, and fill all fruit with ripeness.

Help me, please help me, is the beggar’s refrain on the F train today.

I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.

I should call my loves while I can to listen to the grackles croak.

Again, nature has written a good script. The skunk saga will continue.

His beauty comes from his power. I am as wary as I am drawn to it.

A psychologist told me we can train our dreams. I practice each night.

The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.

He was alongside without preamble. Elephants are not stealthy by nature.

Who needs driftwood when I can bury myself in your loamy soil.

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

What will we do without exile, and a long night that stares at the water?

Our brains interpolate from surrounding images, fooling us.

The coverage of the state funeral, black horse bearing an empty saddle.

My “lonelymaking.” Also known as my horrible secret, continent-wide.

I never felt heart stop or skin burn, just the first split second of sound.

I feel them slice me open and tug, then I smell my own innards burning.

I slept but never dreamed there. Nor did I feel the need to court a god.

Wicked fictions wrap a young tongue’s sweet-tipped fibs into fact.

The air has grown inside me. It’s become a sanctuary.

God was surrounding the chair, leaves flourishing from a sickly tree.

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

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

These natives have the smiles we haven’t seen since we were children.

The waves of laughters breach an inlet of cumulus and I’m excited.

I wore the rose pants for weeks without telling anyone.

I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.