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Luster

04/28/2026 14:58h
What flickers with some delicacy of feeling, some hesitancy— and then persists. • What circles. What darts. • Hunger is like the inside biting you. “Like” is like insomnia. • These green cherry tomatoes; their false pregnancies, staked. Lustrous. • “That’s all I meant.” All I meant by “witches.”