For Drew Hubner, who asked, Louise, why not just write a fairy tale? Maybe it is time for me to love a body without hope of keeping it — to take your heavy soft solid kiss and give it back, to let you wander off — like another brother — indifferent yet tied It is only moments I am after now – You telling me to look at you as I am somewhere between life and grief. I am in despair, I say, getting in your car, this the bright April ocean
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