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you electrocuted me

When she lifted the soup spoon to her lips how I longed to be that innocent piece of stainless steel. I would have gladly traded the blood in my body for half a pint of vegetable stock. Let me be diced carrot, vermicelli, just so that you will take me in your mouth. I envied the French stick. I watched her break and butter each piece, soak it slowly in her bowl, let it float, grow heavy and fat, sink under the deep red weight and then be resurrected to the glorious pleasure of her teeth.

She touched me and I yelped.

>did I scratch you?
>>no, you electrocuted me.
>are we going to have an affair?
>>no no we're not. you're married and i'm with jacqueline. we're going to be friends.
>we're friends already.

But now I have already altered my world and Jacqueline's world forever. She doesn't know this yet. She doesn't know that there is today a revision of the map. That the territory she thought was hers has been annexed.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so how could we take it back without asking?

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:Jeanette Winterson, "Written on the Body", (c)1992

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