a reading from the Gospel According to Rachel Kushner
125: 18-24 Chance . . . had a kind of absolute logic to
it. I revered it more than I did actual logic, the kind that was built from
solid materials, from reason and from fact. Anything could be reasoned into
being, or reasoned away, with words, desires, rationales. Chance shaped things
in a way that words, desires, rationales could not. Chance came blowing in,
like a gust of wind.
A tad blasphemous, don’t you think?
she hung onto her
Bible like women he knew hung onto their vibrators
Modestly Id admit Wha I do best
You havent run away
Not yet.
Pleease
I keep you on your toes
I help you save battery juice for your vibrator
blushedhard incarnadine stain crimson
Take a breath there there
Youre actin like I gutpunchold
it punched you in
the pussy
didnt
think she could blush hardershe did
Arya okay
Can I get you a cold
water
Yes. breathy
It is what you do best.
Blasphemy an offending May be my artform
Ill be right backwhoayoull be here if youre not Im not buyin
water I wont drink it
Yes.
I wouldn’t run out on my frien . .
.
. Were still friends
Still.
But you’re really pushing the envelope.
Ill be right back
going to pay at the coffee bar counter
the female attendant informed him they did not accept cash
he had exact change
set it on the counter
walking away cracked the
seal in case she was still weak from his barrage
wending through the maze of tables
chairs backpacks legs
he smiled at her
he saw her
face was normal flesh-coloured again
Did you know they don accept cash
here
I did not. I pay using Venmo.
You gave them cash, didn’t you?
Exact change no tip
They don’t accept cash.
I paid legal tender not my problem
1300, reggaefriday,
11 9. 26
1152, Wednesday,
23 9. 26
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