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… to throb. Affairs that began in spring’s alarming weather die of heatstroke. A generous gesture hovers in the back of …

… The men in the reports mostly returned home and mostly died quietly. Others remained for the next war and a few the … ways the wars of our youth, but the immense granite memorials saying “We will never forget” and “We will always …

… there until my eyes hurt. Our eyes must be on loan. When we die, we  must take them out and return them to the hawks … children used to. I know my eyes have been used, that they come from a hawk.  I know this because the wind never …

… light laptop light graphic light  leaking liquid crystals frosted red-green-blue  chromatics throbbing until I … I masturbate  then pray to God after the shame-hate-spiral comes  like a call I deny I send the voicemail to my chest … to find unmitigated pleasure like when I fly I fear  I will die every time and my therapist tells me to accept  this …

… will bear in the red air. They  don’t. Before the snail dies (and it dies in “One Mississippi”) the peaches liquefy,  the grapes, …                         We paint it  anyway, going slow to compensate for our  ridiculous gloves, stiff necks, the dim …