different suns. Last night Andromeda was splayed
pole to pole. I’d taken a bottle on deck, and somewhere
around Antares, I sunk deep inside and lost all sense of
having been committed. I could barely remember
what was important. What was? I’d been asking since.
Bit and pieces, mostly, here and there
you break a tooth on bone. But it's
never soft enough from here for me,
tonight or any.
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