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I’m still here alone in the night hours with everyone.
— Franz Wright, from “Progress”
I am here, I say,
I am not
but I say I am here,
asking what is the color
of the original question
Alexis Almeida, from “Miracle for the Other Alexis” (La Vague Journal)
It is history
whose sharks sharpen the future.
You nearly know it.
— Heather McHugh
When I Was Straight
I did not love women as I do now.
I loved them with my eyes closed, my back turned.
I loved them silent, & startled, & shy.
The world was a dreamless slumber party,
sleeping bags like straitjackets spread out on
the living room floor, my face pressed into a
All night I woke to rain on the strangers’ windows.
No one remembered to leave a light on in the hall.
Someone’s father seemed always to be shaving.
When I stood up, I tried to tiptoe
around the sleeping bodies, their long hair
speckled with confetti, their faces blanched by the
I never knew exactly where the bathroom was.
I tried to wake the host girl to ask her, but she was
only one adrift in that sea of bodies. I was ashamed
to say they all looked the same to me, beautiful &
untouchable as stars. It would be years before
I learned to find anyone in the sumptuous,
What merchants ships have my sighs drown’d?
— John Donne, “The Canonization”
Living well is the best revenge.
The second best revenge is slowly
over the course of many years
destroying your foe’s faith in their own ideas.
The third best revenge is loosening the salt shaker and
spoiling the risotto.
The fourth best revenge is poison.