Is there – in your half-sized bed –
room for one more body
if we press close in the basement’s dark,
too scared to touch each other,
too lonely not to,
satisfied just to hear each other breathe?
She lashed out, putting poutish mouth to dramatic effect, “SHUT UP! You Toad of no acclaim! I have Satan on my side! I have people who worship me!”
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Home still exists.
Where is homeland?
Look how wonderful your fear is, they goad.
Now step over the edge.
The snake was never an intruder in paradise
but a permanent resident.
Hua was thinking about how to cook the big softshell turtle for her husband when she spotted a large pile of dried fish maw on the roadside.
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Dinner was served already a memory:
Warm, heavy, familiar, bearable.