"he followed her as she moved across the equation as if in her mere existence there the universe would reveal itself as a small circle in the hand of a child, the simplicity of all of us made finally clear"
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Bei
Dao
girl at party
the
plush part of her pulled apart
for
review
the
party hadn't even started, really and already
half
a dozen or so boys
you
had the feeling the air, if you touched it, would feel
like
velvet and her arms, hanging at her sides like that
so
it was her teacher who approached her
sat
on the sofa long enough to stop
staring
at the middles of her eyes where the egg yolked itself yellow
that
lovely rare colour more common in cats and other animals
she
felt funny, having been to the board
so
many times with him seated at his desk, the way he followed
her
as she moved across the equation
as
if in her mere existence there the universe would reveal
itself
as a small circle in the hand of a child, the simplicity
of
all of us made finally clear so that perhaps a god would begin
to
emerge and all we'd ever wondered, in line for a drink at a hotel
bar
or in some seventh grade living room with fathers peering through holes
the
clarity of her voice on his shoulder
the
way she thought at ten past the hour in a dark hushed place
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