In this bar’s suspended lights, a halo hovers over you. The tattoo that you stitched to your neck – mythic spheres, a cluster of
Basically, I got as old as I could. // Now I am myself as I always was, / disguised as myself as I have
In Altamira, Don De Sautuola heard Look, Papa, oxen, and Neolithic bison thundered back into the world. What is given astonishes me: Himalayan blackberries