“Sunk into my own hot tar, the dark mess a magnet, a rotting altar, where the fiercest predators kneel in rapture.” WOW (I wrote something about being born a hungry animal. It was a mess. this is stunning. “hands wet with want.” “Death after death, our wildness an eternal now.” *You reveal so much so viscerally in such a small space. I w…
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“Sunk into my own hot tar, the dark mess a magnet, a rotting altar, where the fiercest predators kneel in rapture.” WOW (I wrote something about being born a hungry animal. It was a mess. this is stunning. “hands wet with want.” “Death after death, our wildness an eternal now.” *You reveal so much so viscerally in such a small space. I w…
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