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Later in the pale of dawn your hair brushed across my forearm.

Order and gardens. Penelope liked things to grow just as they would.

As a shadow I arouse you will you believe the truth of my mouth.

Put out to pasture, flop down into clover, alternate to the glue factory.

I don’t need to consult a healer to feel the aura glowing around us.

“Out to lunch,” she learns from an older colleague, is a euphemism.

The stories of terror continued well after the tsunami had passed.

I’m trying to decide if I’m too cold to be curious, when the box meows.

For years I thought this light was love, or God, but now I know it’s fear.

He thought of the love that had filled the great central chamber of his life.

The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.

Doisneau might have eyed and shot us for how brazenly we kissed.

This kind of childhood stuck with a person, twisted things up.

The beasts and fowl and all manner of slithery thing can love like us.

I knew in the dream that I was a condor in the shape of a girl.

Florence’s cobbled streets spoke like a broken wheel, a halfhearted inferno.

He was so frail, how could your heart not break when you saw him?

The eyes of men were drawn, numb and automatic, to her youthfulness.

He does not dare to ask the question flaring in his head. Will she stay.

Loving you is every bit as fine as coming over a hill into the sun.

It’s life that is hard: sleeping, eating, loving, and dying are easy.

you here and these words also here meeting in your shared beauty

Why don’t we just get drunk and walk down the middle of Fifth Avenue.

I have so many questions for you, for you are closer to me than anyone.

Death is our common ancestor. It doesn’t care who we have dined with.

Michael Wiegers

Let us stifle under mud and affirm it is fitting and delicious to lose everything.

We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.