And then there are ukuleles. People are just as responsible for crashing planes as they are for playing ukuleles.
I peer into the little darkness / her flesh holds, // thinking how a person can’t stop herself
But if we had met each other in Auschwitz – you have undoubtedly read about such a locale in the modern world – you would have certainly been my murderer. My intuition doesn’t deceive me.
She tries to bargain. He, enraged, / flings it into the waves.