The jasmine
bush full of bees purrs. I am served scallops and strawberries. I am served
white asparagus in its vinegary sauce. The light white wine glitters on my lips.
I am certain I am beautiful! I’ve decided not to have children, I tell her in bed,
because they’re too expensive and I’m too greedy; I want to keep any money I
get from my experimental writing career for myself. A lime-green butterfly
swirls past her shoulder.
— Excerpt from “Four Conceptual Frames”
— Excerpt from “Four Conceptual Frames”