Kristina Marie Darling She Thought of His Steps in the Garden. She Could Think of Nothing Else When He Opened His Mouth.

Though they had always slept in that room, with its high white walls and blue furniture, she insisted that some degree of space remain between them. This careful arrangement of their bodies was for her a practical concern, not a rupture of any kind


Their house was also furnished with a small window, which overlooked the frozen shore.When his proximity became too much, she would trace the shape of the ice with the very tip of her index finger—


Roman a Clef:

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(Here what seems like a lack of affection might be rendered as a detail in the landscape, a glacier cleaving to reveal a body of water below—


His refusal of power, because of how the snow gathers, may be understood as


may be understood as


Imagine a French woman buried in a book.Think of the air she’s lost in all these years of breathing.


He fell into the room like the pause between two words.When the silence lengthened, she couldn’t say for certain if she was causing it


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