I have a friend who still believes in heaven.
Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God.
She thinks someone listens in heaven.
On earth she's unusually competent.
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I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
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At the end of my suffering
there was a door.
Hear me out: that which you call death
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Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was--
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I never turned anyone into a pig.
Some people are pigs; I make them
Look like pigs.
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A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
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Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
Sleep in their blue yoke,
The fields having been
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Orange blossoms blowing over Castile
children begging for coins
I met my love under an orange tree
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How can you say
earth should give me joy? Each thing
born is my burden; I cannot succeed
with all of you.
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