I step back into him , my nose against his . Guess what ? I hiss back . I am a liar . I do like cricket bell. You're right . I've been hanging out with him this whole time ! And he's been in my bedroom , and I've been in his . And I want him , Max I want him . He's shacking with rage . Get . out . I grab my purse and throw open his front door . I never want to see you again . His voice is deathly low . You are nothing to me . Do you understand Yes I say . Thank you for making things so clear. Page 254
Remember that that I made you the elevator ? he suddenly asks I gave him a faint smile . How could I forget ? that was the day I had my first kiss . My smile fades . I'm better now . he sets the apple beside me . At kissing just so you . Page 135
It’s too late now, the earth splits open,
the dead rise, purblind and stumbling
in the clashing of last-day daily
sunlight, furred angels crawl
all over you like swarming bees, the maple
trees above you shed their deafening keys
to heaven, your exploding
syllables litter the lawn.
- Margaret Atwood, The Door, "Sor Juana Works in the Garden"
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