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Beautyexpand_moreArt touches the soul and moves life in ways that commerce cannot. E. L. Doctorow noted that writers seem to get business ideas almost right.
You walk and the world bends toward you like leaves waiting for rain.
I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.
I’m happy in the unmapped landscape inside the bottle.
My father made me watch softball on ESPN 2 to help me stay alive.
If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.
For sixty or maybe seventy years this sidewalk has been lying here.
As Andromeda, I practiced lapidary, cut my bare foot on the nautilus shell.
I want to cut loose from her each wistful sigh I hear escape her lips.
His fingers traveling through these notes can assuage, I think, all pain.
Since I was little I was always wondering, What makes people tick?
It’s another thing to have the beloved hesitate, silent, on the porch.
We need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly as a plane’s wing.
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The first time we love, how tight we hang on to keep from drowning.
The pillow into which her face was turned muffled her voice.
A bird is chirping outside, the world is carrying on, and she is in it.
When she sleeps, Shakespeare writes one more sonnet we’ll never read.
The five notes, slowly, over & over, and with some light intent.
I hear her voice in the shivering tambourines of leaves.
We walk in light so steep I can see each single stitch of your sweater.
When I dream of lovers, I rarely see faces. It’s better if we never touch.
A strange odd lost duck day all over—sunrise with a honed edge.
We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.
Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.
Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.
The materials were everyday and the possibilities were open-ended.
Beyond the glib off-white palisades lies the answer to an urban dream.
In other words, beachfronts like Bolaño’s and mine are Nowhere.
I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.
