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He measured things—all things. I pictured that he took a tape out and drew notch to notch from end to end, even though it didn’t work that way. The drawings on paper he laid on the table before us were ideas. The database was building, online.“What is it for? I asked him. I had seen him, lean and handsome, at a table alone in the bar and I joined him. He was an architect by
He had asked her to have drinks in the wax-figure-themed bar attached to the movie theater, though they’re not seeing a movie and though, she will discover, he does not drink. He lives in the same building, on the thirteenth floor, he told her in their early messages, and still manages to be twenty-five minutes late. She orders a bourbon, neat. It had been her father’s drink,
It sounds, at first, like a bird. The way birds sound. Caws and chirps and trills. Occasionally, the tree will shimmy in the place it has made its home. The leaves will rustle to indicate there is an animal inside the tree.
We did not make our sea’s idea of order. Yet we are the makers of our ever-hooded. Let me not let be unseemly finales— bulbous racism. That white lamp. Bronze syntactical solenoids latch: Stevens’s affixing despite the beam. Bronzeville’s reddest room ablated by a whitest house fixture. Let me not let be his unseemly remark when Brooks won the Pulitzer. Let me not let be I
The last day of April, showers and all. A clammy rain that’s less than refreshing. Water wrung from a mildewed sponge.The fog slips the city into a dress made of gauze. Wildlife plops itself onto lawns.Bunnies, bunnies everywhere! Like big plump hopping loaves of bread.Like children we crave people to examine our wounds. Like Christ we show our wounds reluctantly to