I watch her on Tuesdays now, before and after her ballet class. The goddess, the executioner. She is Eve, smiling over the edge of her mildew apple. She is Eris, pulling me into battle and blood. On Christmas, she killed a cat. A tabby, chewed up beneath the wheels of her Volvo. She didn't break, so I know she meant to do it ( Read more... )

may day, may day.

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