“across the empty highway—how I slowed the car, prayed to survive that terrifying beauty.”
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“across the empty highway—how I slowed the car, prayed to survive that terrifying beauty.”
“I just want to tear away everything / that is irrelevant, and love you like a broken lever”
“ships of rats to the farthest parts of the world. Here / if you empty a space, something will live in it.”
“One of us remembers the honeyed ink / in the waiting womb…”
“for her daughters to release her / into the river of her choosing”
“Growing humidity is concealed behind a trapdoor of secrets.”
“…that eager, / kicking foot. There’s nothing in me now”
“Forgive or condem / (whatever man), but to go back is to run”
“always save the marriage / i want to be saved too”
“John Lennon is singing I’m So Tired. / I know you’re tired. As you burn in this Brooklyn kitchen,”
“the ghosts drag me by my hair and their hands”
“… I told them / about the strange animal living in my throat.”
“I exist alone while here inside I dwell with my friends / and also with my dead”
“Sometimes, when night is deep, / I remember how red leather my heart is”
“Hard is the edge of a shadow attached to a blade that drips”
“Under the grieving trees / sways an infinite loneliness.”
