Chantal Clarke

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Savage Breast

Savage Breast

Birds and leaves became my theater, my pornography

Mrs. W liked to say that there was no shame in physical labor, and often mentioned that her father had driven a taxi. (According to my friend the cook, he had owned a fleet of taxis, but I was too polite to let on that I knew this.) She used to talk at me while I cleaned and honestly I didn’t mind her. I knew she was lonely and unhappy. I knew that many lives that seem smooth and sparkling on the surface are in fact cold and treacherous.

My Life

My Life

Forget about the future, the past is what’s great.

My car is white and great. My husband has a vehicle too—green. We wear our seat belts when we drive and turn the steering wheels.