ALT Can I eat a star? Yes, with the mouth of time that enjoys everything.

ALT POEM TO BE READ IN A BACKLESS HALTERNECK DRESS WITH A LINGERING ODOR OF BURNT HAIR A poem by Rebecca Hawkes

ALT It was alright when it was just the two of us. The trouble came out of the way other people treated us, treated our bodies, as if they were girlbodies, as if that actually means anything, as if there’s anything girlish about a girlbody aside from the fact that there’s a girl living in it, and there were no girls living in our bodies. When it was just us, we didn’t mind what we looked like. I think we loved our bodies, as much as any teenager can. We were into them. We were in them. We were strong. I could pick Mar up, screaming and flailing, and throw him over my shoulder like a fireman. We were rough and tumble with each other. Sometimes we made out, but it’s not like we were in love, though obviously and of course we were in love, but not like that, not in that way. It wasn’t romantic, it was just that we loved each other so much, so crazily, so singularly...