The Night Is A Mouth
On the television, colour bars are exercising. Alert. In tandem, the high-pitched attention signal, pitching. Attention.
This is a test. This is only a test.
Between our legs, we hold the difference.
How did it happen? We're not really sure. How did what happen? We're really not sure. At first we waited. And then we waved. We saw them and we stopped waiting and we started waving.
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We had our hair tied back. Thick shiny twists that hung like commas. Punctuation suspended - we had it tied up in our hair. Punctuation suspended - along with disbelief.
Believe me.
We had waived our ability to interrogate predictability, plausibility. Realism is for beginners. Logic is for the birds. We never did like birds. And we liked to pretend we were not beginners.
Lisa Foad, Between Our Legs (excerpt)