waiting room..

Lost in a knot of female concerns: babies, girl fights, who’s the father, who he’s with… The interplay of forces pulled the song from them, the mermaids cooing, hissing, the sun beaming in a steady white. The light was ephemeral, like the pattern of shade and sun under an oak, shifting, respirating. The wind causing the whole orchestration, the tension of the branches against it, into this algorithm an entirely more complex entity recorded the invisible data stream. A child watches with an open mouth as the old woman staggered across the floor, her leg swollen stiff. Her daughters continued in a low tone, an English that quickly descended into Spanish.

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