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record the empty parts of ourselves. Where memories never were But were meant to be. We toss and turn but ... we were deaf. Then the thieves And body counts of children in this city that never weeps. We cannot ... Penned, crashing in the truck. We could smell hairy nostril-opening death In the city that never slept. ...
holds us back. At least until we forget, and in we go with scarcely a splash. Targeting memories can be ... want—when we can’t say what we want—it’s easy to believe that silencing ourselves forever will be more ... ourselves. My Twitter persona is not an accurate representation of my personhood. My Instagram account is ...
Page 114 from Issue 80 * 1 remember endlessly, but every memory ends, and 1 return to the Ring, ... has escaped, and with it my knowledge of what it might be. It turns within me, unmistakable as pain, ... but what it is I cannot say. I call it pain, but it is not pain. 1 call it turning, but it does not ...
Fall 1983
ourselves, his friends, no longer held any secrets for him, that we were infinitely boring; and the thought ... that we bored him was so mortifying, we never managed to tell him that we knew where he had gone wrong: ... written many, many years before: There will be no need to get out of bed. Dawn alone will enter the empty ...
Fall 1999
Which were once a single serpentine body That never asked to be propelled into The light; it loved the ... hands, then at their emptiness. Only now, things that were frightening are No longer so-the voices in the ... ourselves. "Yes, I was hurt, But I exacted terrible revenge." We lie Awake, writing our ...
How Do We Name This Like a bird fills a tree, then empties it, glass of sweet green water, light ... wept not for the loss but for the never-having-had— memory of having had a memory once, like flour, ... once so held, now patches of white on the stove that cannot be retrieved. I have begun to see visits ...
a constant reminder that we cannot thoughtlessly enter the realm of Being. True literalness is actually ... we prefer to represent our position in the present as if it were a punctate serial ... "now"; and we find ourselves accordingly in distracted op-position, separated forever from an ...
I breathed in- We see ourselves there still, where we cannot pass through to, disappearing avenue, mosaic of ... promise, musaicum, music, museum... Broken code, unwritten book we cannot open. You were our girl we never ... unborn possibility: the future had breathed like a muslin veil we peered through to see ourselves with ...
don't recognize ourselves until we find ourselves in the darkness, scared to death, piled on top of each ... overwhelming desire to see her. She accused me of being drunk and asked me to go away, saying we could talk ... were methodically beating against her temples. It was an artificial silence, constructed out of horror, ...

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