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Youthexpand_moreShe remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.
Death is a lack, I suppose, and love more so. But I will not falter.
You walk and the world bends toward you like leaves waiting for rain.
We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.
When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.
I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.
Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.
Alva knows the storm is coming. The ground is falling away.
It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.
At age eighteen, Deirdre packed her bags and moved to New York City.
I stand within her walls with not a shred of terror, not a word of jeer.
I let the baby mouse live because I cannot kill what has ears.
“Even though we aren’t carrying out the deed, we are the most responsible.”
Even before bills and rent and adultery—you don’t sleep well.
It’s just a great big old world with Santa and angels all around.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
Poems and stories are the whisperings of angels we cannot see.
Their mother was the real beauty of the family, or so everyone said.
When Roy got to school he told his friend Jimmy Boyle about the dead body.
“Please, please, please,” she begged the class. “Please don’t do it.”
Her name sprang to my lips in strange prayers and praises.
do you asks pretty sue know what I love what pretty please tell us
He’s weirdly hard to pay attention to, even when he’s threatening you.
Suddenly, all of the past seemed now like the same endless race.
