Three removes from the corner of Grant and Villejo, someone named Brodsky, gender unknown, returns like an echo, like fingertips, the tail of a lizard, the lilac skirt . . . behold: the perfect ear.
Much of this (what?) is culled from a poem by Joseph Broksky called "Cafe Trieste: San Francisco." Part of my new program - take it (what?) where you find it.
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Much of this (what?) is culled from a poem by Joseph Broksky called "Cafe Trieste: San Francisco." Part of my new program - take it (what?) where you find it.
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