7 8 0
|
after morning comes and I get religion
|
1146115
|
Thank you for the flip book with the woman dancing, bird wing elbows, knees this way and that.
|
650
|
What if. But then. Why not.
|
800
|
The picnic area sizzles. Barbecues gloat in tombstone fireplaces. Sweaty men and women gargle beer.
|
12033
|
The haunted rooms of this castle listen as her nakedness absorbs me like ice absorbing a twig on the lip of a frozen pond.
|
26634827
|
The story begins ... There were no pigs' huts of straw or stick or stone.
|
2873115
|
Not when their captives wear saris the dusky shade of star anise—and think not of death but dinner. Silver scales wink at mirrors; one last dance of surrender and forgiveness.
|
300
|
Frayed hem, losing stitches, dangling buttons, the red of the thread trembles...
|
3610
|
The bodies of the previous deans still dangle from the gallows.
|
2500
|
Lying in a pasture in Vermont while the October wind opened our pores and looked inside, we stroked each other raw.
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3414725
|
If you had a dream, it was bartered long ago
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520
|
|
92000
|
I hear you calling me, as if through water spilled within a glass--
|
200
|
|
690
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