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The before as strange as the after but beforelife isn’t a word.

I don’t know who he wants to be, and it’s not because I haven’t asked.

She leaned back to accommodate the sweet delirium of his hands.

From the deck, the burnished red peel of an apple beckons temptingly.

“The rattlesnakes glow in the dark, man. You should see them.”

you crawl into a hole & pull the hole in after you on judgment day even our mothers will flee from us.

We serve them far more than they serve us. Service animals, we all are.

He told his father he wanted to make art pictures, not lousy mobster stuff.

You’re too far from where I sit to admire your finery up close.

The tension between words and actions, in a six-word story.

Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.

Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?

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

Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.

The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.

I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.

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

Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.

I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

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

He greets you with a kiss and marries your elbow to walk the path.

I told you how I’ve always been attracted to little violences.

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

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

the bible doesn’t tell us how they stormed up to his ark beat their fists

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

Some night soon you’ll haul yourself out from far beneath this life.

Glad to hear the garden can be worse than being awake

She’ll grow into a beauty, but she needn’t contend with that yet.