song: in the flowers, animal collective
uni is the last unknown piece of sushi. it reminds me of ocean liniment, mustard-yellow & cold, made from the invertebrate spines of very deep. (rawness & warm rice between chopstick-fingers finally becoming a ritual.) i talk about this under harvest moons of early morning: how the peripheries of a creature melted through my teeth and i could not taste the edges.
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