November 2009
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Full moons promises
Only the ebb and flood of the sea can move me now. I cried once. Water flowed like seawater down granite at negative tide. - There’s a steady breeze tonight as I remember brothels, me on my knees them on theirs. Dark places where legs are easily spread, where promises are invented and constructed in such a way as to be easily altered at a later date, perhaps even on the same night. Lines become...