In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now.
This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.
“To go to bed and to wake up again day after day besides a woman, to lie in bed with our arms around each other and drift in and out of sleep, to be with each other—not as a quick stolen pleasure, nor as a wild treat—but like sunlight, day after day in the regular course of our lives. I was discovering all the ways that love creeps into life when two selves exist closely, when two women meet.”
