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Her hands moved over the piano; she played quietly, constellation eyes half closed, heart wide open. She sang, but only in her head, only in the place where she wouldn’t hear anyone else comment on her tone, on her pitch, … Continue reading
“I listen to him sing, almost every morning. I listen to him sing with his new hand because some caballero chopped off the old one, and I listen to him sing and I remember that he isn’t any more real … Continue reading
At this waking, she puts her hands out in front of her so that she can see them, and she discovers they are youthful, bearing strength and grace, and she uses them to fling off covers. There is one sneaker, … Continue reading
“Death to you and your open door,” she said, walking airily down the street. She avoided people, somehow managed not to touch them, and though she wore only dark slacks and a man’s white buttondown shirt with twenties in the … Continue reading