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“where do all of the sad girls go? in this world that requires us to write poems about the people who have their hands wrapped around our necks for the very people who have their hands wrapped around our necks to recognize that they indeed have their hands wrapped around our necks?”

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Femme in Public

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“We're so lucky to have family like we do." "We are. And maybe we can even add to it." Leaning back, I looked at him in surprise. "Did I hear that right?" He shrugged. "I figure I'm not that old. Might be fun to give the girls a little brother." "Or sister." He paused. "Um ... a house with four girls in it?" Giggling, I kissed his lips. "Five. Don't forget your wife." He sighed. "We're going to need more space. And I'm going to need a bigger swear jar.”

“She passed a hand over her eyes. A year and more now, that she had needed glasses. 'Look', those glasses said from her desk. 'Look how much you are not like the others. You grow older and your eyes wear out. In case you could ever mistake yourself for belonging'. Marya supposed this was why no one asked after stolen fairy tale girls. What embarassment they turn out to be. They grow tempers; they join the army; they need glasses. Who wants them?”

“That evening the sexes of the quadrilles were reversed, with all the little girls as sailors, and all the little boys as grisettes – it was a ravishing sight. Nothing inflames lust like this sensual little switch: one is pleased to find in a little boy that which makes him resemble a little girl, and a girl is much more alluring when, in order to please, she borrows from the sex one would prefer her to have.”

“لیلی گفت: امانتی ات زیادی داغ است، زیادی تند است، خاکستر لیلی هم دارد میسوزد، امانتی ات را پس میگیری؟ خدا گفت: خاکسترت را دوست دارم، خاکسترت را پس میگیرم لیلی گفت: کاش مادر میشدم، مجنون بچه اش را بغل میکرد خدا گفت: مادری بهانه عشق است، بهانه سوختن، تو بی بهانه عاشقی، تو بی بهانه میسوزی لیلی گفت: دلم زندگی میخواهد، ساده، بی تاب، بی تب خدا گفت: اما من تب و تابم، بی من میمیری”

“Girls had changed. They had liberated themselves from their corsets only to throw themselves at the tyranny of the "diet plan." They were all coltish legs, bound chests and smooth scalps. They no longer whispered behind their hands and hid behind shy glances. They joked and drank, smoked and swore with the boys. Waistlines had slipped, fabrics were thin and morals were thinner.”