5/28/2023 0 Comments Unravelling elizabeth graver![]() You waved your fingers in the air and howled like you owned the world."įirst I was loved, like my name. "You were born with fingernails like a lady's. At Factory Improvement Circle, I learned how In 1829, when I was born, she picked my name from an article in The Ladies' Pearl. My mother liked to say that life is a long straight road if you live it right, but mine has turned and tumbled. Then I noticed how the mass of floating land inched forward In the beginning I thought that pond would mark my life, its circle growing smaller every year, hemmed in by the peat until it was only a puddle, a drop, a memory in the sludge. On my bog there is heat lightning, and lightning bugs too, blinking across the pond which grows bigger one year, smaller the next. ![]() When I was a child playing here, my flesh was plumpĪnd sweet and they flocked to me and drank my blood now I am no longer a girl, but still they swarm me. I step onto the peat, which gives like a mattress, and the insects circle me in clouds. ![]() At night, because it is summer and the air is hot and close, the mosquitoes float like snowflakes over the bog. ![]()
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