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There is nothing beyond this - I’m sure of it.
There is nothing beyond this.
And your arms, in a dream; the tender illumination of your ears..
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You call me out of sleep again - your mouth is still too small for words. You cry instead. I watch as your wet eyelashes dry - press kisses against th..
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She slips into my dreams and gathers stalksof lavender into her arms.I ask her where the fields are,but she doesn’t answer.The petals crushed un..
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Two nuns in their habitsundress slowly, facing away from the cross.They do not speak.Every inch of their bodies belongs to God- every wrinkle, every s..
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This is how to throw yourselfto the wolves.First, render your body meat;sweet venisonsmiling.Second, do not bite back,or be alarmed athow dark your bl..
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His name is the smallest thing I have ever held between my palms,pressed together, as though in prayer.I stopped saying it.Taught myself psalms instea..
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Ravens. Then crows. Then maybe a darkness that followed me for years. I tried to dress it up with stars - I thought it’d do the same for me. Tha..
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I buried your jaw in my backyard.People think the trees are talking.When they ask, I say nothing,or,Just the wind.I do not flinch or laugh nervously,t..
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My grandmother’s hands are a ghostthat guide my own while cooking;that stop me from watching the potor pouring the pasta too early.I can feel he..
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I loved a man who sought out chains only to escape them;like Harry Houdini spent thirty-five years disappearingan elephant- I shouldn’t have bee..
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