who knows how long this way
her body's customs with things he requires that she shave not like a girl his passing actually imagines her own it's nothing, though she just climbs out of the forest forearms swollen from horseflies, her eyes swollen— smears him on her body, not knowing how she intends to live. So shows him something— pollen, a powerful arm and vodka souring his balls. Nothing left but oldness she shifts his skin like a lover with all this knowledge of her, he really had nothing to choose.
From Dummy Fire by Sarah Vap, published by Saturnalia Books. Copyright © 2007 by Sarah Vap. Reprinted with permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.