“They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?” KnowsMenLoveAgeLanguageWaterAnswersSeaSourceIllusionMen And WomenRiversShouldersMarijuanaCigaretteSailCompassVesselImplicationsFluidCrowCursedRainyCharterTequilaMorphine Author:Kate Braverman
“Like I'm dragging bundles of old clothes? I'm carrying artifacts that breathe fire. I'm talking about a language of smoke. These are three-dimensional creatures that can mate. I'd no more leave them go by the side of the trail than I would my child. I'll carry them until someone amputates my arms.” ChildrenThreeLanguageSidesTalkingFireArmsCreaturesClothesBreatheSmokeMy ChildrenMatesTrailsBundlesArtifactsOld Clothes Book:Small Craft Warnings: Stories Source: Small Craft Warnings: Stories
