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“Look in my eyes. Do I look like someone who has heard this story?”

Now the scalpel is slippery; how will I know where to make the cuts?

A question will render in a throat before blowing out its socket.

Salt lick inquest skill-step stalks. All flit, vanish: footfall’s fault.

Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.

The alert says Warning: Wild Exotic Animals Loose.

Tobias Wolff

Sing to your sisters in the water, let your arms and lashes flutter.

Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.

Her body too, a mystery in motion. But does she own her body?

Christ is not alive but the she-blood is. Slow down and swerve to miss her.

The sun falls back and vanishes like the men in my family who’ve died.

Jenifer Browne Lawrence

The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.

On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.

there was a boy made of bad teeth & a boy made of stale bread

Never takes much, a fingertip’s touch, or beak-brush of prey-probing bird.

Snow on blue roof tiles—sleeping village awakened by waves.

Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.

He’d reenlisted in ’64; he would not go home until the War was won.

Summer’s erosion has begun, all that taking the waves from shore.

The people awakened, rose up, raged at tyrants garbed in uniforms.

He’d been lost and tripping vividly on some speckled acid for days.

All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.

Out by the road was her son standing without a stitch of clothing.

Christopher Woods

Like a god I shook their tiny worlds, terrible but ineffectual storms.

Gravity bends together this planet and your life, made of glass.

I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.

The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.