Week 105: Shinji Moon

” Sinking summer’s damp lip onto our toes. El Rodo’s freckled fingers
filled tobacco into his pipe, smoke building over our heads in the shapes                                       Of our First Cities; Nameless Cities; Cities we called our own.”

– Shinji Moon, ‘Baby Girl’s Got A Kiss Like Sparkle Sticks’

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