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What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

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

If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.

“As your brother, I ask you, how did you get that scar on your face?”

For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

At a red light he touches his cheek. The stubbly skin is sensitive, febrile.

I found myself alone on the train in possession only of Knoll’s journal.

“I—I am Martin Eden,” Martin began. (“And I want my five dollars.")

Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.

These adventures taught me that writers are flawed human beings.

When I think on it, I can’t believe I’m going to kill two people over weed.

The golden-haired ones, they think they’re better than Virgin Mary.

She wonders if he will be all right. She assumes he has four-wheel drive.

You never see Westerners, so you don’t think of them as human beings.

He was ready to move on, to touch his patients, to cut them open.

His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.

Our ambition was a clawing, grasping thing. It got us out of bed.

They are glorious pumpkin-skinned messengers. I hate them.

“We’re not like other species,” you say, a novelist at night.

Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.

David Lee

If life was exchanged, who is to say it flowed one way?

A goddess was offended; her altar required my virgin blood.

Is anybody out there? Nobody answered, and I felt archaic as prayer.

In my head at least, you thrive, you die in this mix of ghost and gone.

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.