Thursday 3/06/2008 12:45:00 AM

Unprepared she examined the questions. Licking the discarded candy wrappers he referred to as his balls. Bits of sugar plumping her tongue. In patches of neatly trimmed pubic hair. The clown was standing there. So obviously expecting a blowjob. Squeezing. Contorting his balloons into less chaotic animals.

The butter was melting. Like children too young to be born. The little bit of sickness in every vaccine they give us. We're only immune because they've already infected us.

The clock was waiting. Drawing stick figures with the verbs. Portraits with the adjectives. Tracing cliffs. In black marker. Numbering the pages from the last to the first. Little blizzards removing the raods from our journey. Partial adverbs runing close to the hem. Huge people in tiny moments. Like everything we tell ourselves is true.

Short skits on long legs. A fraction of what I remember about being a woman. The whole of what I learned from it.

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