08 March 2010

VERDELLE SMITH, TAR AND CEMENT



the town i came from was quite and small. a thousand years ago, when i was a coyote. so, regarding shadows: they're hammered to your heels, little black hells reminding you to run over every rock. tar and cement. red rock, and everything that's hard. wistful sigh. verdelle smith, if you're reading this, i'd like to remind you of the blue star's promise.

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