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The waves of laughters breach an inlet of cumulus and I’m excited.

What will we do without exile, and a long night that stares at the water?

Corn repeats itself into a haze of tassels and sheaving leaves.

You can stand on the edge and tremble with fear or risk your life.

God was surrounding the chair, leaves flourishing from a sickly tree.

After you have read all you possibly can there may be a few lines left.

If life is an open vein, what’s brave about a sleeve-heart, sweetheart?

I want to sleep in a bed next to a man who won’t dream of me all night.

My “lonelymaking.” Also known as my horrible secret, continent-wide.

Just because we have birds inside us, we don’t have to be cages.

Even this says nothing of your desire—to be put to use.

The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.

I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.

The portal light, on your face, now, a rose light on a sinking freighter.

The sense all along has been that there’s some madness in her.

I don’t know you, I only think of you to ignore how unhappy I am.

Let me lie down with you and listen, let me tell you what I know.

We could use our arms to squeeze or hold or load not a gun, not a gun.

She takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting lemon cake.

When the population was whiter, they fawned over the Korean.

The kissed fingerpad touched wet with wine orbiting.

If every cowboy has a sad song, I’m afraid you are mine to perform.

I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots outside in the night.

I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.

Even our tenderest buds and shoots endure the late snow.

Some types of pain are just too deep to touch, are better left alone.

He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.

Zeus’s tongue thrusts straight and deep between my lips.

People believe; The whole world is part of something.

She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.