she folded the piece of paper. once, twice, three times. it glittered blue and gold. four times, five times, six times. it glittered purple and red. seven times, eight times, nine times and the glitter shifted again. dimly she was aware that this shouldn’t be possible, but ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and something folded in her.
Doubling upon doubling, 11 times 11, impossible to give over again, my will now a singularity, invisible to the naked eye. The stakes are too high, the crease is too sly. Lay down your hand.
Fold the laundry, press it flat with my hands, pile up the jeans, straighten up the stacks, constantly returning order
she folded the piece of paper. once, twice, three times. it glittered blue and gold. four times, five times, six times. it glittered purple and red. seven times, eight times, nine times and the glitter shifted again. dimly she was aware that this shouldn’t be possible, but ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and something folded in her.
Doubling upon doubling, 11 times 11, impossible to give over again, my will now a singularity, invisible to the naked eye. The stakes are too high, the crease is too sly. Lay down your hand.