"there the faint signs are left, coins of time and water, debris, celestial ash and the irreplaceable rapture of sharing in the labor of solitude and the sand."
-pablo neruda

31st December 2009

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Phaedra by Stephanie Pippin

Nights the stars twitch like nerves.

Those skies are like her, dead

and not dead, and the sea—

Listen

she fell in love like a lunatic.

Like a goat she would have eaten

all his clothes to see him

walk away naked.