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“Back at the cottage we explored the topography of my body; twigs in my hair, calves striped red and my skirt smudged in meadowtones. The forest underlined me, accentuated me, illustrated me. I felt...”
“Offerings gleam beneath consecrated trees,boulders, and caves where Kami nature spiritsminister to congregations of saki cans, lotus root, and the glow of tangerines; still-lives silent as prayer.”
“I was his little girl with the William Burroughs mind, his secret fairy, female Frank Zappa and window onto a magical world. He said I fell to earth, leaving wing-marks on the ceilings of our dreams.”
“I cut our paper dinner with a pair of scissors borrowed from the front desk of the hotel. I cooked with a spice rack box of crayons sixteen colors. I seasoned the pumpkin pie with orange crayon, a...”
“If I must die young, bury me in a music box. Ill be the pale ballerina with dirtin her hair. Attach my painless feet to metal springs and open the lid when you visit.Watch me rise and pirouette, my...”
“I cant remember what Ive done with my lingerie. I look in the containers under my bed, as if my sexual self has been relegated to the wrong side of the mattress. I imagine my husbands sexuality dow...”
“Transparent tubes divided Phils blood into shades of red, fading to straw colored plasma. I watched his fluid swirl past his shoulders and disappear into machines. He offered himself to blood banks...”
“Every Sunday behind bibles, virgins,soldiers tight against me, longing,and my pelvis rubbing gods'to the big black woman voices.Soldiers tight against me, longing,all that rising, sitting, kneeling...”
“All of the sudden, we were a grown-up married couple! Like little figures in a doll's house, we sat there dazed, in awe, wishing a chubby little arm would pass through a window and move us around, ...”
“I cant pray or weigh my words right; doomsday is here my friend, but youre immune. We sufferfor you. Im weaving crowns of sonnets, dreads;a souvenir so youll never forget your friends.”
“I dreamed in night vision; whiteflowers of nocturnalgun fire day residue shot to hell. If I held my dreamsto a windowsill,sun would sievethrough my screams.”
“We played with the moon all night, painting faces on its blank cheek, shining its spotlight into sleeping peoples windows. But mostly we just ate the moon, stuck tongues to its surface and felt it ...”
“My husband and I have always been good at creative visualization. Before we quit drugs and got married hed place tabs of acid on his eyes to see things that weren't there. I'd lay blank sheets of p...”
“With each kiss in the cold housewe swallow clouds of breath exhaled spirit, speech bubbles wed rather lick away than fill with words. We run naked from room to room,eeping the walls warm. Our bodi...”
“It dawns on me that maybe I'm just terrifically lazy; that I might be appropriating other peoples invisible sicknesses and disorders and scribbling them on the clipboard at the end of my bed to foo...”
“We could scan each car for terrorists and lovers she could lean into my camouflage her head resting on woven trees. When they come for her body she could run deep into my uniform into the forest ...”
“Our divorce was an optical illusion, surely, because I am often still there, in my old home with my family. I can so easily fool myself, even without a scope, a lens, a patch of sky to measure my t...”
“Im considering keeping the shutters open, even if people are spying on me at night from the apartment across the street. Especially if they are spying on me. It makes me feel less alone. I have a m...”
“Hes always been attracted to broken things. He was the kind of boy who talked the bad girls through their problems, who defended them and didnt take advantage. He was sensitive to his stuffed anima...”
“Everything was numbered: the lenses, the painterly sky, the milligrams of my panic pills. I had prescription eyes that allowed me to see better, and prescription panic pills that allowed me to play...”
