What Is the Moon?

Glinty is a fisherman's taboo word for the moon. When you write about the moon, you end up writing about desire. George picks up a whelk shell and cups it in his palm. A blink of water in its aperture, stirs ly and sprouts the soft pink mitten of a hermit crab. Something bright like a slick lost tail looking for its body flick flax away into the weed. The tired old winter kelps, dark and saggy, agrandeb, agrimstoan eb. The bottom of the narrow channel red olive like a ruined persian carpet. And here on earth below, i let her burl me around as if