Sublime

Whiplash girlchild in the dark

I felt as if I were untethered from the earth. Odysseus was gone, and Penelope was here, and I must make her broth.

She walks home and shops for food with a sort of forced tranquillity, as though if she moves too quickly something will break.

She was the youngest of Hecuba’s large family, always running to keep up with her sisters, wailing the great cry of youngest children everywhere, “Wait for me! Wait for me!”