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Unexpected meetings occur in a forest, on a mountain, by the sea. I shook hands with the men. I'm disappearing. Something in me is disappearing. So. Is that a yes? Some of us have taken off our wigs. The immense, the colossal weight of our hope. Sex is part of it. Do you think I’m pretty? [The future will present itself with unimaginable ruthlessness. But we can guess.]
Copyright © 2010 by Kate Greenstreet. Used with permission of the author.
That hard thread between us. Is it gold? Do I have to be so outshined by my curtain? Opened, especially by breaking. people who would die people who would almost die and who would be injured My dad was in the water. Across an unprecedented space. It would rain for days, they said he'd come home. [lists the father's wounds] That hard thread is a bone. Is made of bone. When I was alone, a girl, the first loss, between tunnels... I didn't need so much. I'd eventually get hungry.