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I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.

He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.

Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.

our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here

The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.

If every present
is possible, how can we have eyes to see?

i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.

There was only the gulf of our steps, our breathing brittle as string.

I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).

Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.

It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.

he has come to write like nervous wasps in my mind like a grocery list.

When he bent close to her, his balaclava glowed silvery in the dying sunlight.

I must tell you what it is like to be human, or you will drift away.

If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.

I saw the glowing body, silver with time, emerge from behind a lone pine.

Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.

After my father passed away, I’d go back to stare at the cave paintings.

You know what you’ve come looking for you probably won’t find.

Judith Harris

It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.

How do we heal our savage hearts, foolish wrath gone rogue on any soul.

A ripple across the darker fathom, no sooner there than torn away.

Why do you keep so much from your husband, don’t you trust him?

Her mother always complained Sara was different after a night at Judy’s.

Imagine being able to calm the one you love best, who loves you best.

What I want is a woman who knows all the meanings of indulgence.

Unnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.

All of those feelings—you do not have them, they have you.