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Breeding
When they bring the billy goat into the pen it’s like he’s never seen a girl before. Olivia with her haunches in the center there chewing the cud. He circles her two times, three times, looks like we’ve got a real romancer, says a farm hand. He’s smaller and it’s awkward when he tries to climb on top. Olivia loses her footing once or twice, the pupils of her eyes – two black rectangles – struck me. After, they took the billy goat down to the meat market for slaughter. Later in Spring, Olivia spawned nothing.
How I open
If I feel like being entered I’ll be entered. Only Olivia can judge me. Only Olivia can know that depth. She protects. She says you wanna have fun, go to Coney Island and ride the Cyclone. You say tomato I say motive for revenge. I like to watch it all play out. I like to passively consume each situation til I’ve had my fill. I like to listen to my breathing and think, this is me breathing. This is the lone me rooted in the me who is on this adventure. I’m fine here, I soften. We soften together. Feeling this is to know the infinite security of myself. |
