Heartbreak on a side divan
– not even a main place, just a reference place, something to tag as representative. She clutched our hand so tightly and had a snake delivered to her. The gestation had been embellished by just a few remarks, a few small interactions. Weary of the inconveniences of propriety and weary in general; getting undressed in the dark. And she would never pick her points but would leave them buried with the mice behind the prison – the one with the narrow views (you can’t see them but they can see you).