A luminescent pearl sun tugs at purple bruised clouds stolen
from an oyster. Riding down Broadway, evening smells like stale
crackers sliding across my eyes in a crumbly caress.
Because the world is round I can’t throw these facts away—they
come back like broken records unrecycled, unrepentant, undenied.
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