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FROM WASP ODE Sharon Wang |
Herself Sometimes, there was a screen, through which it was possible to see all things: the crests, the troughs, the strange oases in which moss could would lick the body, rear to neck, and there would be some rupture; a sound, perhaps, a slab of light that slid through an opening and worked its way in, hardened and whole, clarified— so for a moment, we’d be jolted, I and the other, looking in the back of the glass to find what could be seen out of the corners of the eye, a shadow through a cataract: we saw the world first through a slit then we were the aberration
__ I imagined two women who are ghosts to each other; they live in parallel universes and are aware of each others' presences but cannot directly communicate, choosing instead to speak to the reader in alternating monologues.
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