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The whistler's inhale, the white space between is and not or after a question, a pause. Nothing isn't song: a leaf hatching from its green shell, frost whorling across a windshield, an open door opening
From Love, An Index by Rebecca Lindenberg. Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Lindenberg. Reprinted with permission of McSweeney’s. All rights reserved.
The splendid body is meat, flexor
and flesh pumping, pulling, anti-
gravity maverick just standing
upright all over museums and
in line for the bus and in the laundry
aisle where it’s just standing there
smelling all the detergent like
it’s no big deal. So what if a couple