by Brit­tany War­man ‘Aishiteru’ is the word used between lovers but I have not earned that word. Some­times he will say it if I say it first, ten­ta­tive­ly, teas­ing­ly.  “Aishiteru.”

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by Char­lotte Hussey Many times too when I am sit­ting alone, he talks with me with­out becom­ing vis­i­ble, and when he comes to see me in this way, he often makes love with me. Geof­frey of Monmouth’s His­to­ry of the Kings of Britain

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by Erik Amund­sen We lived in their hous­es and slept in our cages, long enough that none of us remem­bered one of us who remem­bered liv­ing free. That kind of life; mov­ing on from house to house over a shift­ing car­pet of shed leaves, and when we were defi­ant, unruly, some­times, we were made to crawl.

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by Berrien C. Hen­der­son We trav­eled sun-drowned coun­try roads Bare­foot­ed as the day is long Nev­er mind­ing the stones that bruise, The bro­ken glass that heli­ographed sly­ly Now become sneak-thief cut­ters of our soles.

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