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Ok - there's stuff to write. Umbrellas *happyhappyhappy* Silent all these Years and Mother, my moment with Rob last night. Big BIG moment. Uh... and I got jabbed - Hepititis. And... god - the pain of having a little disease (dis - ease) in your body - it... sent me on a slight vision... Uh. I can't write that here.

Peter Berlin.
Pirates.
Uh...

White Flowers
Unnamed
looked like hatching eggs
and smelt of limes
among the fuschas at night
the lunamoths and spiders
weaves their webs and patchs
and my face is an inch from the sky
I touch it with my tongue
the stars are glitter on my lips
I take the moon into my mouth
hide it between cheek and gum
and walk home with it beside my teeth
with the beast at bay
wolf eyes watching all the way
a root of ginger
and a handful of lavender from Denmark
in my little leather pouch.