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Show Motherlunge a novel 150 mind, then, I heard again X.'s first astonished, raspy cry as he slipped out of Pavia's body and landed, wet and warm, in our world. In the world, later, I read the note from Pavia saying she had left and everything i inside me fell like things off a collapsing shelf. Still I stayed upright. I didn't fall; I caught myself. And it was a good save, the first I ever had, because after all I was suddenly responsible for everything now. In that early newborn time, part of the problem was that Eli was leaving me behind. He had had his show at the gallery, and he sold some photos ("pieces"), and he'd been invited to be in another group show with people I gathered were cool. By way of illustration, here's an image (a "piece") from that second gallery opening: Eli with one hand in his pocket, the other holding the plastic cup of white wine, nodding happily as a petite woman-a woman perfectly and slightly miniaturized, as if Xeroxed at 85%-talks softly in his ear. She's rocking forward in her kitten-heeled boots as she talks, both hands curled around her cup. She has huge black eyes and red lips, soft-looking white hair curving like a serif around her dark throat and shoulder. She's wearing a black wool dress buttoned in front from her neck to her ankles. One bump in |