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Heartache & Lossexpand_moreI don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.
It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.
“You think you know me,” the girl spat back, locking eyes with Esiha.
Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.
There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.
Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of them.
Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.
The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.
When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.
More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.
This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.
He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.
The field wants to stretch the hours, wants to be empty for us.
Judging beauty, which is keenest, Eye or heart or mind or penis?
Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.
A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.
What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.
Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.
I’d chosen three hundred boys out of the best Israel had to offer.
so this god is only wood and holes, a blank, like the moon’s unlit side.
“Some men’re like that. They have to see what they’re missing.”
I wanted to ask what her secret was but I was too busy knitting socks.
We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.
Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.
Will you bless us, who are so in need of blessing? The world tires.
She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.
You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.
The mirror will flow and the heart will set like glass in the frame of his bones.
After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.
It’s all good,” Mila says, meaning, it’s so not, her voice glass-like.