. . . "By which I have come to this dark country of a carpetbagger, and left in the body of a woman.That I am a good friend with dogs; that my fathers thumping love for me churns me and makes me race the road.That I spit under my tongue against childhood enemy; that I wear a grudge like a brass star locket on a chain.That my life is a kind of flag for Life in General; that I am hateful and boastful and chosen enough to make such a claim.That if this Life we speak about can be shared- that it is full of black enamel typewriter keys an d empty boats and things slither- ing in cornersbut also pirate's treasure, wrongfully acquired, but occasionally spent in the service of some miniscule, temporary goodlike shining in the earlobe of the one you love, or tethering the cloth playhouse with its immeasurable wight." - arielle greenberg