an open letter to an arthritic blues singer covering otis redding I HAD WANTED not to say, only, that i love her, but to erode away the clay of river-bottom, grey-shaded blues-club-shadows, bottom-of-the-table brushes with gum chewed on the tongues of others while i watch her jaw twitch with reluctance and she's lit dramatically by the spotlight on the stage behind her i had wanted to stray...

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