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I saw it on her face that day, a look like her heart would drift into the sky.

The noiseless trees, the insentient breezes that are not there.

Stop her there, on the bank of knowingness, just before spring.

She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.

If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.

One felt all the poor lady’s barriers were falling save her manner.

By chance you saw. So much had become chance in your life.

This morning I watched two elephants dance the boogie-woogie.

Far below, the right fielder circles and stares, mitt raised to the sky.

He said, You have no brother. I didn’t know what he meant. I do now.

In the rooms you picked up what you liked, like shells on a beach.

It swims for a while, but abandons itself, slips from its own grasp.

The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.

The people with pebbles go home to frolic under the detritus of the day.

My friend Angela, who is also my roommate, got me into stripping.

The past, you hear it, the small hours, sucked down the undertow.

What’s a man supposed to do when his best friend is a falcon?

Never issue a dare to a dead person. They’ve got all the time in the world.

I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness.

Outside of Ikea’s window the nighttime wind tilts like a folk song.

She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

I hold out hands, empty and poor like a beggar by the temple door.

If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.

Little footage, this plot, where it thrived at first, then ghosted away.

When the snake attacked the soldier, its fangs left a violent opening.

No one’s alone. Men kill for this, or for as much. And what of the dead?

Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.

The three of us share a myth, that I’m fragile as old bones. My parents speak in low voices—about me, I’m pretty sure. I watch the waitress, trying to remember how to flirt. I take off my mask.

He pushed aside a photograph of a man with a knife stuck in his eye.