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1. If my partner looks away during lovemaking, I am cuckolded. If my partner refuses my affection in public, I am untouchable. If my partner says harsh words in the heat of conversation, I am mistreated. If my partner is distracted when my body slips out of clothes, I am ugly. If my partner shares conversation with another, I am betrayed. If my partner no longer listens to me breathe in the night, I am alone. If my partner forgets to kiss me in the morning, I am abandoned. If my partner linge...

My car is cooling in the driveway and clutching pictures of you that I am thinking about, but they are not inside as I eat saltines and listen to the tape on continuous play, they are not inside with me still thinking about you dreaming watermelon dreams while I eat saltines without anything else to fill the space between my hands and mouth.

My car is cooling in the driveway and clutching pictures of you that I am thinking about, but they are not inside as I eat saltines and listen to the tape on continuous play, they are not inside with me still thinking about you dreaming watermelon dreams while I eat saltines without anything else to fill the space between my hands and mouth.

XIX Dark-skinned and supple girl, the sun that forms the fruit, that forges the wheat, that weaves the seaweed, shaped your happy body, your bright eyes, and your water-smile mouth. A dark and restless sun curls into the strands of your black hair, whenever you spread your arms. You play with the sun like a tidal river and he leaves two dark pools in your eyes. Dark-skinned and supple girl, nothing draws me toward you. Everything about you pushes me away, like the noontide. You are the deliri...

Magdelene admitted men into her body because she could not have the man she loved. She saw his face like fever in the night, felt his gaze like the sun when he was not there. She wanted to feel the smoothness of his ribs, trace the lines on his wrists, taste the wine of his flesh. She tricked herself that one body was the same as another, that bread was identical no matter the baker. And in his absence she had known the body of many men, had felt them drool words over her nakedness. She imagi...