Demeter could not tell where he began and ended. He moved his arms to show her the poem and she saw his hand go through the paper so that she almost ducked under the table to see where it reappeared. Things were always going out of shape nowadays and she smiled at Simon because he had no idea that his arms had left him and were probably waving around the french class the floor below.She leaned forward and pretended to read. Words and more words, all trailing along behind each other like friendless children. Sometimes she was quite certain that one day she would wake up and all her words would have disappeared leaving her alone and quite quite free. Which word would leave first? Would it be a useful practical one or something more abstract that covered the joints in life?
What word would you rather lose first Simon? His arms still went on and on. She tried not to think of the word tentacle.
Tangerine said a voice in her ear. Tangerine. It was Amy, always in the right shape.