“And I would be the moon spoken over your beckoning flesh,breaking against reservations,be
“And I would be the moon spoken over your beckoning flesh, breaking against reservations, beaching thought, my hands at your high tide, over and under inside you, and the passing of hungers, attended…forgotten.” - Audre Lorde • Dara Scully -- source link
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