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David Schuster ~ a sky so full of stars it will blind you

David Schuster ~ a sky so full of stars it will blind you

Not vinegar. Not acid. Not
sugarcane pressed to mortar by
fist, but salt: salt, the home taste; salt,
the tide; salt, the blood. Not Holy

Ghost, but a saint of coral come
to life in the night crossing a
field of brambles and thorns, the camps
of pirates beat back to the bay

with hornets. Not Santo Niño.
And not a belt of storms, but this:
girls singing, an avocado
in each open palm, courting doves;

a moth drawn to the light of our
room you take to be your father.

Archipelagic by R. A. Villanueva

Happy Sunday.


Emo Pt. 1 by Kimmo Pohjonen & Kronos Quartet