are out there.
12 Jul 2003 / 2:05 a.m.
i was standing on the deck, staring at the moon without glasses. no sharp edges, no orb, no clean mares. instead she stretched at the edges; a perfect sugar cookie astigmatism. the moonshine cut through the framing black leaves - a smear of hot blue mercury gas, a neon blue ribbon: first prize.
i stared for a long time, blinking + squinting. at the end, i stopped fighting for focus and soaked in the soft edges.
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