Fair Game
I remember a moment when I was 5 and peeing under a tree and thinking about life and about bodies– my body emptying itself under the body of that tree, the huge house of it as I looked up through the muscular branches which seemed as thick around as grown men, and I remember looking down and seeing directly across from me another body– a tiny black foraging body– I was still peeing as I followed it with my eyes … Read on…