something by Patti Smith and i like it

..tooled across the country in his corvette, working on oil rigs and trawlers, breaking hearts and freeing junkies.

sixty-six, I thought, what the hell.

I could feel my chronology mounting, snow approaching.

I could feel the moon, but I could not see it. The sky was veiled with a heavy mist, illuminated by perpetual city lights.

When I was a girl, the night sky was a great map of constellations, a cornucopia spilling crystalline dust of the Milky Way across its bony expanse, layers of stars that I would deafly unfolding my mind.

I noticed the threads on my jeans stringing across my protruded knees. With all my flaws intact, I thought, same old bony pair of knees.




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