Her feet in the water like big pale dumb fish; the sun burying itself between two mountains, two mountains like breasts. These kinds of images popped into her head all the time now. She tried them out nervously, holding them like secret treasures in her brain. She thought new things while sitting on the dock, dangling her feet in the water, watching her brother Marshall fish from a canoe in the middle of the lake. She could wave to him and he could wave back and she could be thinking cock cock cock the whole time, and smiling. Her feet got adjusted to the water and she swished them around, thinking about thinking about cocks. She had pointed out something as phallic imagery (using those words: "phallic imagery") to her family for the first time on the 12-hour trip up here. No one seemed to notice anything.
Rachel Monroe will be performing her work at WORMS on October 13.
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