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Prescient, my hands soothing their foreheads, by my love I earn them. in their presence I am wretched as death. They smil… to me of love. They cheer me
I close my eyes like a good little… as I was told to do by my mother w… and before bed I brush my teeth an… as I was told, and look forward to… I do all things required of me to…
Interesting that I have to live w… It stands, prepared to emerge, and… with me—this other thing I will be… and yet it keeps me erect and limb… my rival.
at fifty I approach myself, eighteen years of age, seated despondently on the concret… of my father’s house, wishing to be gone from there
Earth hard to my heels bear me up like a child standing on its mother’s belly. I am a surprised guest to the air
When two take gas by mutual consent and the cops come in when the walls are broken down and the doctor pays respects
It is heart-rending to know a kiss cannot cure the world of its illne… nor can your happiness, nor your t… of being a discrete person, for th… fall like rain into the ground
The steam hammer pounds with a reg… Neither the hammer nor the steel s… terrible meeting between them, pro… that some things must be done, reg… cost too is absorbed in the doing…
Wherever he looks, standing still… are people born of coupling, walki… and ties, in long dresses and coif… speaking elegantly, of themselves… forgetting for the moment their or…
Without sexual attraction, there i… the brutal movement of the sea. The face peers out of its skeletal… and hands reach like bone. Without love, the streets
If we could be brought to the surf… like a gleaming fish and served fo… if we could eat and swallow our ow… to make a good meal, if we could g… for ourselves and feed on the glea…
Finally, to forgo love is to kiss… is to let rain fall nakedly upon y… is to respect fire, is to study man’s eyes and his ges… as he talks,
In a dream I’m no longer in love.… and I vow never again to seal myse… also and that too is a kind of sea… care of my body and its home accom… appearance that I admire in the mi…
As she walked she would look back over her shoulder and trip upon sidewalk cracks or bump into people to whom she would apol… profusely, her head still turned.
She was saying mad things: ‘To hell with the world! Love is all you need! Go on and get it! What are you waiting for!’ and she walked,