Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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we share our home with dogs cats birds rats and other
familiars 22 she and I cultivate ourselves also plants and
children who peek through holes in canvases pretending
to be from another world believing they are unseen by us
I watch as the pupil moves across the eye
the sky shines behind the cupola and she and I argue
about whether it has a flag flying from the apex we are all
touched by patterns pathways mazes or the motion of an
electron across our shoulders our diaphragms move
without effort whereas the women in platform shoes
stumble as they progress
phantoms press up against us we move back into the
alleyways to find shelter we climb the stairs leading to the
verandahs into the houses framed by arched windows we
draw the curtains pull off our scarves unwind our hair
retreat into the inner sanctum and from time to time we
water the geraniums in the window box