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

Here is where you touch the world and here are the words to feel its heat.

People believe; The whole world is part of something.

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

You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.

If only to hold on by opening lord give me this one eighth day

I have been enshrouded for months by the weak winter sun.

Someone seems to have made an excellent age-specific insight.

I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.

What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?

What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?

it’s hard not to be obsessed with your own shadow I don’t tell him

Louise watched from the shadow. She was looking for somewhere to land.

Across sage flats, tundra, and bleeding hearts, she escapes.

I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.

Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?

I live for now in the second house of having asked a favor from a friend.

América, make me wings large enough to carry me back and forth.

No one was awake and I was hungover young as clean as a piano.

Of course she had known. Nothing in this life escaped her design. Everywhere, people ogled the ring. Everywhere, Emeline posted pictures.

Something is wrong with that place. Someone’s still there . . .

Our eyes searched for the island, but ahead there was only overcast.

Sweet breath hard breath. Every breath a stone-cold bird in thaw.

Dr. Zee knows his son is struggling up out of some chemical fog.