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I ask that now I be allowed to see the one my vision has been denied.

There was a time when all I wanted was go back. Ask all the questions.

She pulls quickly on her cigarette and blows it at me through the phone.

The ego with which we began filters away as love accumulates below.

The snow on the windshield a tunnel of wings my friend is driving through.

That there are five sturdy red Gerber daisies in a jar on the table.

Three lives I flicked alight with a few match scrapes. I cupped them.

It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.

Sometimes the phone would ring and ring, and I’d go answer. It was him.

“I have always had a gift of feeling what is in other people’s hearts.”

I could page the women’s voices in their velvet bags bound with string.

I have seen your ocean. I have heard your waves beside my bed.

“were all here pregaming. at my dads apt. Wher the duck are u.”

No one answered. I turned to his parents. My stomach felt on fire.

“I am not in the least fond of Venice. I should like to go far away!”

For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air.

It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.

Sue Williams tells a pitch-perfect story outloud, about devotion.

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.

He held a screwdriver to the fleshy underside of Peggy’s neck.

If you didn’t listen you would think it was a cry for help or sympathy.

I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.

Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.

“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”

Of late a graduate student named Cassius has joined our ranks.

The division of the community had become more marked than ever.

The cottage stood as a metaphor for what she wanted out of life.

It was as if my dead husband was flowing within me now, like blood.