Georgette's Revenge

by her name, to hear her name whis-pered was only a dream. What's in a
The turtle's white carapace she left at his door. A totem, a love token demanding pay attention. Daniel is six foot two and the color of black amethyst glass. In certain lights, purple	glints are visible just beneath his skin. Each day when he returns from casting his nets, he spends three hours before sunset tending his garden. The basil, tomatoes, courgettes and anise are in one section. The butterfly bushes, roses, wine red tulips, blue poppies	in another. The kid- ney-shaped carp pond is surrounded by bamboo. Green and amber broken bottles crown his béton wall. He is fifty-four and has created a Garden of Eden. Contusions, a profu- sion of love bites on

her breasts. Her over- bite now charming in others. She didn't smile for seven years. It can be brutal, the	pine straw sticking in the catch basin, the torrents of rain hitting again and again, making the opening spasm uncontrollably.	Your body, I saw you, your body, and, oh, your body, your body and, yes, your body in the river, your body-
name? Entrancement or the end of a trance. Bulrushes line the mouth of acave. An underwater entry rimmed