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A spider drifted down so slowly from the ceiling on a silver thread.

If I weaseled out of Bible study a little early, he’d speed me to the gym.

Snug in the spell of a cradle rocking, I remember the first time I floated.

Rays burst from behind the mountain, sweep the broad beach.

This kind of heart-wrenching love was different from all the others.

Didn’t you think I’d come after you? Don’t you want to be with me?

I’m not the girl for anyone. I can’t just go be a wife.

Eliza Frye

He calmed the animal with song while loosening the slipknot.

Life has never been in remission or rehabilitation. Life doesn’t sing.

He begins to realize that the impossible event may well be about to occur.

“I know I am disabled. Technically. But I don’t feel that way.”

Wake up drenched in sweat, with fatigue that reaches to your marrow.

My advice would be not to trust. The ocean is just the ocean until I say otherwise.

Lily hated Ray’s cancer. She couldn’t see it or cure it.

Our hopes swirled around the act of swallowing a teaspoon of yogurt.

As soon as I heard his voice, I felt as if a wind had swept through my head.

I only divine the cat’s location when I hear its small cough.

Let the squeamish suffer their fear, let them live without really living.

We agreed: no hearts, no flowers, just courteous, no-strings sex.

She’s a blushing peach waiting to be plucked by practiced hands.

It had always been this way. Mothering, for my mother, was a cameo role.

My brush dissects her slick-back black hair to expose ugly white.

She looked at him with sorrow, and surprise, despite all the news.

I could untie Minnie’s silk, restitch it into places I’ve lived.

What if Eve was an Indian & Adam was never kneaded from the earth.

Instead, I touch: The powdered organ. The thief-shaped hole.

Children can be seen as worldly things, not as souls with broken mirrors.

Silence, a weapon of choice, hung between them, cut through the air.