August 2007

Not knowing what to do

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I am at Neith’s house on Galiano Island. Sitting on a deflated rubber dinghy in the dappled shade behind the potato beds and the echinacea. Neith’s laptop on my knees. Fig and Chestnut are chewing cud and they gaze at me with their odd reptilian eyes. Goats have such delicate lips.