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Day calls or what passes for day here. I leave you
sleeping in this light that comes later each morning,
as if we were approaching winter, not the moon
we aim for [...]

Nothing like a view of the sea to remind you
there are multiple happinesses in any moment [...]

There once was a man who wore high khaki pants and button-up shirts with the faintest blue stripes. [...]

My house was the color of silence and dust. Bright things tried to come out in it but they were usually absorbed back into the carpet. [...]

One decoy waits
to be retrieved. One
craves the bite of
something bigger. [...]

Two things: You can’t see it coming when you don’t know whether you’re coming or going. You have to see some things many times before you see it, and sometimes not even then. [...]

“There they were, one headless, one with his hands hacked off, hanging like two mutton carcasses from a gibbet on the raised octagon of stones in front of the jail.” [...]

Looks like sugar.
Let it enter. [...]

All the letters she sends to Le Moucheron aren’t sent back, but neither are they answered. [...]

We, being Found People, know lostness when we see it. We feel it like a vibe running through the antennae of our bones. [...]

She took charge of my imaginary presence

Which of the women is she?

She is the one who refuses to say [...]

But Max didn’t sail back through a day and a night. He didn’t return across a tumbling sea. His dinner wasn’t still warm. None of that is true. [...]

What’s worse: uniformed children 
or betraying friends by writing 
about them? Bingo [...]

as damage crawls along floors
or breathes through baseboards [...]

To light, waiting for morning, between two things—her silent face, this rock, the ordinary meaning of sound. Blood, stone. [...]

unbaptized, undocumented
            stars watch us more intently in
                                   bright daylight when we cease
      to believe in them [...]

My inability to recognize faces makes the desire to form a consistent image of a person quite connected to my intent focus on perceiving and memorizing the rhythm of someone’s speech, the intonations within their questions, the length of their sentences. I will recognize them later by their language. [...]

She painted clouds, he hunted amber. She counted eggs, he angled rainward. [...]

We descend. We pass through the roof, inside the house, onto the scuffed hardwood floor, down a long dim hall, where we search out our subjects. [...]

The easiest job in America wouldn’t be easy enough for me. [...]

From the time I was ten, I knew I might have to incinerate my father. [...]

Beaujeu of horrors
scenes only human
deep bottom of base
trembling in grandeur [...]

To collapse means to crumble but also to compress
remnants into the remembrance of a whole
body, this person was. [...]

Blue eagle has learned
to look past
emerging green light
and the north wind’s rancor. [...]

I was blind as a stone
Blunt as a stone
I lay there—
     useful 
     as a nub of a thumb [...]

Through the palace where mirrors

                      Refract through water
                                                  What desire I know                      other than another’s

                                                                                           More conducting than my own

Through the Hall of Perfect Brightness. [...]

Let’s go then, you and me … 3 … 
—this gauze collecting blood, the midday heat 
still in the concrete, a tetchy spider stop-
motioning its way along a table [...]

I have no subscription. I am not 
privy to facts. Libraries exist but for the perfumery, 
the water stain on each page, 
blurblack corsages.  [...]

Mr. Hamilton likes to close deals at Taco Brothers over peach-a-ritas, and he gets a deal on the peach-a-ritas because he hooked up the franchisee of this Taco Brothers with the empty lot next door for extra parking. When I call him, he’s pumped as hell.  [...]