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After a while the bird starts to twist to turn this way and that as if to show me every side
Now that my mother, as others say, has passed, I like to visit churches that display
the miraculously intact bodies of saints in glass cases. Sometimes the hem of their carved garment
The striped shirt drying on the patio chair— you can say he wore that shirt,
when a man has selected himself to live longest of all
there will still be a fleet of Cadillacs to come for him in the night self-driving from their garage
It is difficult reading today Or doing my volunteer work at the hospital or reading. Do you have anything unbelievable that you have read twice?
Pink Jackie’s back in the car. The shot, the slump, the gore.
The sky’s a murky green. You stop the car in heavy rain to take my hand and pray. Is this a truce? An end to civil war?
It can be laughable to stand in a room and not know why you came in there,
Hey you, untrue god, fiscal man, futile man, sour young cad; hey, yahoo, seducer, family gun nut,
i.m. Mahmoud Darwish
I went into the desert for the velvet flesh of two white fish. And when the heat of the desert was withdrawn from me
