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Let’s suppose that there is a spotlight waiting within the heart, and the heart is innocent because it is made of paper and can be cut.

My father’s latest stray, half-grown half-husky racing through puddles, won’t last long.

And there’s my mother, trembling for the safety of her kids, saying something at the looming man, trying to reason where there’s no room for reason.

The sting took her away, past the moon, and she was nowa nuqta and now a vowel.

I was fire from which air is withheld, a charged element.

If one comes to you saying ‘God said’ or ‘God speaks to me in secret,’ tread upon such words as a moth treads possible prey.

Everywhere on my stroll among these rolling hills this morning, I see nude young men. I’d say they are naked as well. Many are undressed. Quite a few have no clothes on.

The guards can never leave the House of Correction because they work there but I can leave quick as I can dream. I close my eyes and hear singing again.

I could never have abandoned you if I hadn’t abandoned myself.

What He Knew _____ for David :: Before Alzheimer’s and during it when he spoke in stray words or in sounds he sometimes moved his hands like birds _____ in flight… so that, watching his hands punctuate the air I’d ask myself Am I watching birds disappear? Or a flower, opening?   :: “If we…