| We decided I should go alone on foot. I would find him in the pharmacy. If he said ‘In the head of God all propositions have existed always,’ we would make the exchange. He was standing in front of the calamine lotion. He spoke to the air. I slipped the envelope into his pocket and bought a topical analgesic to avoid suspicion. When I left, I had a face again, could open an account, drink coffee in the sun. On the street two women talked of money. I paid them no mind. I could now always walk with my light to the front. Copyright © 2016 Magdalena Zurawski. Used with permission of the author. |
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