NINE, 40
Take a good look, she says about her inventory. Palatially housed, her inflammatory and multifaceted set of selves. Old brain inside the new brain, inside the skull. The exact velocity of quantum particles cannot be known. Like wave equations in the space of certain dimensions. I never thought that things would go this far. Angular momentum of closely-knit and sexually adventurous people. Any piece of matter, when heated, starts to glow. It’s that kind of relationship that’s built on friction.
“40” from NINE. Copyright © 2010 by Anne Tardos. Used with permission of the author.