But maybe boredom is erotic, when women do it, for men.

“Where do the words gowhen we have said them?”

“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our thr…”

“I wait, for the household to assemble. Household: that is what we are. The Comm…”

“I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside…”