the hybridity backfires

The Hybridity Backfires

You idiot a cage isn't a weapon. It has to do something to be

tangled around her, but not what she held in her mind

through the red curtains of a building near the outskirts of

tipped like crazy, and all the men made passes, never mind the

roof had rusted to the red color of the muddy drive. The

kitchen was airy, with the windows always open

to pass an examination to get into the electricians'

performing salubrious bloodlettings, assisting the

voices calling out, “Three o’clock, fucking three o’clock!” and

a shelf for the radio and for bills, and above that, a clock

tiptoed up and down as if they were in some kind of temple

since the last miscarriage almost six years ago. I could not.