Prickly Things I am fond of dredging a vintage cabin cruiser across the Sonoran desert where my hands became blistered and rope burned, my back crooked and hunched forward, my skin burnt red as the anchor sways port and starboard mesmerizing the stars as a caliche wake marks my every misstep as a hardpan furrow, …
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