you can own the earth and still
all you’ll own in earth until
you can paint with all the colors of the wind
When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable—except that she had jumped first. The Stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn’t jump first.