My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...

This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.

whatever weaknesses you displayed// as empathetic human fellow traveler,/ your command of English survives you,// on into the last echoes of the human/ once we’re gone.

She is a manifold of temporal flows.

In praise of the colorful flock with crowns of teased cotton candy rising high above Modular walls, stalled operating systems staling coffee and pale corner offices

She laughs and licks it.

" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."

It was almost like I was dreaming, he is saying, my visit to the ruins of the factory that made the first Narrative Machines.

Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…

“A lot of kids–granted, kids who aren’t too bright–will choose a school because of its mascot, and that’s what Chipper is all about,” he says.

We're alone and besieged / by badness.

At night, we’d sleep in our usual spots on the edge of the bed - Becca on the left, me on the right with Hanna in the middle as before the accident.

bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.

Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.

... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.