Troia, Live -- San Francisco

Varnish--it was
years ago, and milky
salt); the skin
of your palm, rubbed wet and red
and raw and new. That
terpene smell--your acrid sweat--
that bitterness: the
way it made your breathing
flare, the way it made your
steady breathing steady,

JDP 98/10


Pearls [5.4 MB]
Troia, 1998

Copyright John D Porter © 1998

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