White Rat

The following is from Gayl Jones’ White Rat . Jones was born in Kentucky in 1949. Her books include Corregidora, Eva’s Man, Mosquito, and The Healing, the last a National Book Award finalist and New York Times Notable Book of the Year as well as Palmares , a Pulitzer Prize finalist, and the recently published The Birdcatcher , which was a finalist for the National Book Award. Black Peruvian saint yes I would go into his room but he wouldn’t believe me when I said I was Jesus. Like the feel of my belly band. They say I’m wrong in the head. All these things I can do. My name’s Dora, she said. Dora with the glass of milk. I can metamorphosize myself into anything you want. No, I’m Joseph. Joe if you like. I don’t like Kafka. He walks too fast. Won’t turn myself into an ant. A plate inside my head. Do you like me? Yes I do do do. Go inside me and I’ll be. Harpsichord sounds narrow. I take her into a little room filled with sounds against walls don’t bother me. This is what I’m making. Steven, I like your sister. Made it up out of a ritual. Stop and put my hands in the air. Want her hands on my back. Dora will you marry me? Yes I will. It’s so quiet here. Go out in the street alone. Sit down in a chair with a peanut butter sandwich. I’m all wrong in my head. Pull out a chair for me. We are still all friends, aren’t we? Nothing to worry about I’ll make you little tea and crackles. No cheese sandwiches and bread and cheese and wine pour it in your glasses. It’s all right. Why you looking at me like that? Nothing wrong with me. Put it inside of your belly. Make my head a restricted area so bad in there bother me somebody come in my room and don’t say it put it inside my eyes. I been to the Mediterranean. I live downtown. A little dirty place in the […]

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