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It wants to name the dead—without a name you wander lost in the sky.

It was the truth of it all—hunger’s chill, the scream beneath the surface.

Wrung taut & tender at the soft play of fingertips, we breathe desires. Laughter takes refuge in bodies no longer coaxed to move. Nature becomes a thought.

There is something on my mind rushing up as river in a locked car.

Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.

Where will we go and how will we steer when the cars are gone?

What I became was not pretty. Like a needle on water-warped paper.

When an adult falls, children are stunned and cry, “Mommy! Mommy!”

I hightailed it out of the hospital like my ex-wife was a prison I’d escaped.

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

It’s like his bottom half is not man but a strong horse.

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

We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.

The girls got drunk, danced to Russian karaoke under disco-light glitz.

Blame the juncos outside. Sopranos in one tree, altos in another.

Because I can love every small thing.

When the doctors’ voices started turning to noise, I didn’t fight it.

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

I feel unnatural, half a human face smothered in deep light.

Yes, Sweetness, a white shadow shimmers on the X-ray of the future.

I was lying with electricity. I was already a story being told.

won’t you celebrate with me that every day has tried to kill me

Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.

At the core, a daughter is a self-reckoning emptiness.

No more laughing like the waves. No more ocean of words to drink from.

You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.

Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.

As a child I wanted to behold the elusive squid, the patience of eels.

I’ve got my hands around the man’s legs when I notice the blood.