Jeffrey Yang
I performed the sacred rite as it had been handed down through me my feet blackened with earth and in her cognizance she clarified the poison surging within me
from the book Hey, Marfa / Graywolf Press
Brendan Constantine
From you. Right now, you're giving me ideas. One of them is worth millions. Another is a small harp playing in your coat.
W.S. Merwin
I remember that I am falling That I am the reason And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy
Henk Rossouw
I was the sea-foam kid                bruises on my face with a school tie                copied from the British and knotted like a garrote.

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