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Beautyexpand_moreYang Wan-li said, There’s enough to eat. Who needs a lot of money?
I’ve got other plans. And they don’t center on ringnecks.
Havana, Cuba, on the inevitable cusp of change. A photo gallery.
Some people are so beautiful, they belong everywhere they go.
A dangerous heat came from him, the heat of some interior decay.
Hemingway’s Royal typewriter sat atop a volume of Who’s Who.
They found her where such girls are found. A Manhattan street.
The mountains out your window make Central Park feel rinky-dink.
It dawned on me my passion was not for her but for the making-up.
I walk over to her for what seems to be an eternity. “May I have this dance?”
What is greater: the distance between these bodies, or their need?
Here lies the girl difficult to discern. Here lies the girl misanthropic.
He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.
The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.
I saw the man for the first time in Budapest on the Széchenyi Bridge.
Those are the horses you win on, the ones that want to kill you.
The horse is beautiful and would rather be doing anything else.
The great season for reading is between eighteen and twenty-four.
After seventeen years we’re parting ways. Breakups hurt, even this one.
That cold green streak morning had nothing in common with us.
She sits in her wax like a candle. A woman comes, a woman goes.
I’m just wired hard for hunting, and not so much at all for fishing.
What if Eve was an Indian & Adam was never kneaded from the earth.
They met on the app in April, shortly after her twenty-ninth birthday.
Make haste, my love, I am redrawing the scale of escape.
The ashes of a human being are not ash. The body burns into wood.
you a ghetto dreamcatcher under my fitted warding ghosts
Blacked-out little angel, you shuffle home under the streetlights.
Every room came furnished half-real & dead like mirrors on skin
Some longings appear so frequently they must be instinct.
