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The Bodyexpand_moreI hang there, upside down, watching Bronwyn, her face beatific.
He had seduced them with his sincerity for truth-seeking.
We wondered at their habits and gave them little poems for names.
Isn’t Nightshade sad, people said; isn’t he pathetic; isn’t he hideous.
Just sugar cubes and a crop for you. Salt licks to smart the tongue.
I hear pleasure ringing, and I wonder what led us to this moment.
It’s been months, and the fields are good for nothing but night talks.
When an old man marries a young piece of flesh, she is the ruler.
Here is the fat guy whose Chihuahua gnawed through his stomach.
The Village wasn’t really a village. No walnut trees. Just cut flowers.
Goretti was a victim perfect for her time, an icon of Catholic sexual politics.
She’d ransacked his heart the moment she unlocked the door.
Fearing for them, I clustered them together, then cut them off.
She’s not the same, her body more naked in its aging, its disorder.
my grandparents lay in a room listening to their legs rub together
Mostly, though, you could turn them in your hand, hold them to your nose.
Two animals, doe-eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night.
She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.
Doctor Dressler left her a note: Suicide. Back by 7:00. Love, Max.
What if it does choose, the egg, I mean, her favorite spermatozoon.
His chest rose and fell softly, in time, it seemed, to the song.
Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.
so easily impressed when wet / so easy / to see through when turned / off
Small valleys and veins give way to a lifted ridge like a rib or an arm bone.
A man drunk on the damage he made to a boy’s young mouth.
& I said let there be dark pouring from your mouth at daybreak
My dear, even my ear is trying to eat itself in its attempt to forget you.
There is a lot about others I don’t remember, outliving an interest.
The hut was cluttered with the skulls and bones of small animals.
Sometimes one does wade into it or is ambushed as by a incensed fog.
