Poem: Rambling Without Destination, or Paradise Lost (Patron Content)

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Rambling Without Destination, or Another Paradise Lost

I

“Biting into an anchovy brine dissolves across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settled deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raise my head back and suck at the sharp-edged mother of pearl, plunge my knife into another spine, and shoot down a lick of Tabasco. The waiter smiles, proffering a damp towel.”

So many years ago now.

“Kalismera”, she said, nodding east. The sunrise cast hazy projectiles of gold leaf into the Cretan sky.

A beautiful morning. I smiled in agreement.

II

But I hadn’t come here for the sunrise. Certainly not for the oysters or the Seabreeze.

It was a sort of literary pilgrimage. Or so I insisted. Let’s rephrase that: it was an attempt to escape my life, disguised as a literary pilgrimage…

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