Equiclose. Standing in the middle of a space.
[and how are you defining "space"?]
reading in summer. the hot sun. the words melting.
Mars became real.
[What exactly did the Dealer's trade involve?]
Although fall wasn't much different. crisp air. crisp shoes.
crisp words. and all that rain made the empty lots Heathcliff's moors. Cathy howling forever in the wind off the mountains.
[although there was never an October like that?]
He was nothing but a middle man. And me, I wanted more.
I wanted spring and winter and drifts of paragraphs.
I wanted every word ever written and bookcases to put them in.
[But he never asked you, did he?]
Standing in the middle of all those words. melting.
Even Heathcliff. Even the Martians couldn't keep me from
drowning.
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