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The Bodyexpand_moreI care only about the little body wiggling in that plastic bassinet.
Her father is important in his village and has three wives.
I felt nothing, which was cool, totally cool with me. For my blood was cola.
Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, every cry.
Some days he thinks he has patients to see, meetings to attend.
Diane Kirsten Martin
Your face is a grain of rice, one small nothing on the world’s horizon.
shoulds & shouldn’ts unwound now to dids & didn’t
Every morning I wipe the sweat from the hollow of my master’s throat.
Why had she asked him to come along, someone she did not even know?
The cicada will crawl up a tree and leave the murmur of skin.
Anne Marie Rooney
The neighbor needs his blaring-music his car-cocoon of sound
I wanted to tear away at the fabric of my pants, dig open my skin.
What we know of love between species we learn from the bones.
The human heart is far more intricate than any single term can describe.
The waitress looked us over, wondering, I guess, if we were famous.
In medical school they forgot to tell me about caring and feeling.
How, like a dream, all the world’s characters are aspects of me.
Lately it’s getting harder to say the true thing, to find solace in nature.
“That pool,” Kenny said, breathing harder. “I’m telling you, it’s magic.”
Lynette had stepped on something sharp. There was blood.
They say it is the soul that rises, not the body. But the body does rise—
Lufthansa lifts off under me. The set sun disinters, a fanned cinder.
An owl, as large
and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table.
I can remove my hand the second it becomes too much for me.
I screamed every word and waited for the stones to answer back.
The rich man adorns himself and the elegant man gets dressed.
