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“sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.”

and how she is not yours. this is just how you stave off the winter. you watch her tilt her head back, singing, and force your body into silence. you are a good person, and would never wound your future by wanting what you cannot have. you school yourself: and just where would her claws go? only into your heart; that open tomb you keep so wide, ajar.

but when bowing your head for prayer, how close you come to saying the name stored under your tongue. clipped into a cinnamon packet, you staunch the flood of her. the art of self-denial. you practice being better. you will be good like your mother taught you, a bird in the hand, a perfect child, sleek and elegant and undesiring. you are never going to be too-much, you will shovel feathers down your mouth until your naked skin is perfectly raw. you are going to behave and never swim in the image of her soft sighing. you are going to sit on your knees and drink the water and never be so angry that you come up spitting from the mud.

to want something is to be destroyed by it, after all. and you have seen how she moves and the way the light glints in her eyes. you have studied your hollow bones and found all the ways she would enter you - salt, fire, straight-and-through to your core.

Fantasy Psychology (the mental effects of having certain patterns of thoughts that generate fireballs)

Fantasy Biology (what if u had lighting sacks in yr cheeks)

Fantasy Chemistry (these r the elements and what u can do with them)

Fantasy Physics (orbital mechanics and magical floating rocks: a guide)

Where do they come from. What do

they hope to achieve.

you all say: I love you I

love you I love you.