"I'm so lonely. Boohoo," she said, laughing and rubbing her eyes
with her fist. She was being sociable. When I left, she asked,
"Where are you going? You said I could do a rendition and not be
left alone."
"You'll never be alone," I joked, "if you have the flexibility
to turn on yourself."
I was free - if that meant able to depict desires. To prove it
I would separate from mine, make them flail like puppets. Honky-Tonk
Women. The rote quality of the late work was part of its genius:
a glimpse into the dollhouse of the soul, right? My schtick was
omniscience, which always makes a room look small.
---Rae Armantrout
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