Sins. Nature knows nothing of this.
Can thoughts kill? Who wanted me

Claude and I began
bickering right after
the wedding. He
hated my struggle for
an Economics degree.
I was pregnant when
his mother asked me to
try saving the
vanishing family
fortune. I laughed.

Every Sunday the
horseraces, the whips,
dust, and money. My
father was a farmer in
Sénégal. My mother
worked with him on
the farm. She over-
saw the harvesters.

I recall how the low-
flying mosquitoes

of Sénégal nipped at
heels but never rose to
the level of the heart.

The powerful thighs-

On Daniel's dresser,
a bank of candles
glimmers. Pink glass
rains over the floor.

The amassed fortune,
the amassed power,
especially in the neck.
To swallow a cry of
pain or desire would
cost him dearly. I

wept.

Against the green truck
in the parking lot-the
bites I later noticed on
my thighs.

I held onto the window
frame and rode-feet
planted on the running
board. Wind in my hair.

A wild dancer-

dead and how often did I oblige? The
pagans go almost naked (pg. 366). A
child eats, eats, loves, is loved. Adult

Sins. Nature knows nothing of this. Can thoughts kill? Who wanted me

dead and how often did I oblige? The pagans go almost naked (pg. 366). A child eats, eats, loves, is loved. Adult

Sins. Nature knows nothing of this.
Can thoughts kill? Who wanted me

dead and how often did I oblige? The
pagans go almost naked (pg. 366). A
child eats, eats, loves, is loved. Adult