2022-10-01
aluminum
I fire myself into a bright, grey sun. Taste of aluminum. People I met in dreams have tape-looped radio broadcasts for me to return through fog. Red wine and fog. Sound of tape-hiss scratching the shore at dusk and dawn. Grey sunlight shields my dilapidated shack. Red wine and fog beating the tape-hiss shore. Taste of aluminum at dusk and dawn.
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