“I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. ”
“Dead girl walking” the boys say in the halls.“Tell us your secrets” the girls whisper, one toilet to another. "I am that girl. I am the spaces between my thighs, daylight shinning through. I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.”
“My beauty doesn’t lie between my thighs.”
“I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.”
“Years were passing through the spaces between moments.”
“I am this space my body believes in.”