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Fabled ending or outcome. Epilogue of what if? & then what? & why not? Caprice’s cornerstone. Threat’s conviction. Frontispiece (or) shield. Dorsal (or) ventral. That-which-is-left-dangling. If I cast my nets wide, will I catch you? If I hunker down, shiny amphibian in the slick wetland grasses, will I strike & will someone else yield? There is this other about it, this “other” & this furtive “othering.” What happens is…& no one knows how to answer, but we know it’s wrong; we understand that we are meant to be afraid, outraged, indicted. Rubble loosens at the precipice. Ascend at your own risk. Falling Rocks. If I jump off a bridge, will you follow? If I leap from a tree with a frayed rope wrapped over & under my glistening naked splendor, will we collide inside the shallow water? Is collision ever a good thing? What happens is…& no one knows how to answer, but we know it’s light & ache-filled, eyes straining to see as through fog. Your guiding hand through a white subversive darkness. Something on the other side? Dorsal? Ventral? Switch, flip, turn. There is this other about it, this “other” & this furtive “othering.” We don’t know what frightens us, but leave a light on in the closet please & a note inside the lunchbox that promises forgiveness or reprieve. If a tree falls in a forest, is it indicative of error? If I am watching from the landing of a tree house, Rima-like—bird-girl cloaked in leaves & trepidation—does my vision validate or overwrite the scene? What happens is…& no one knows how to answer, but we know it’s cold & sweat-streaked & lascivious: what only some are entitled to feel. Caprice’s cornerstone. Threat’s conviction. Is the promise (always) punishment? Is the captor (ever) kind? Futures as elusive as storybook rhymes: shoes that fit because they’re forced to, because they must. If I discover I am not “just like” my neighbor, will I be forced to resign our common garden? If I lean in close to the window that marks us separate, delineates our heterogeneous zones, am I inviting a similar voyeurism to that which I seek to extract? There is this other about it, this “other” & this furtive “othering.” Frontispiece (or) shield. Dorsal (or) ventral. The chiming of a grandfather clock. The keeping of tide schedules. One eye bent on the moon. What happens is…& no one knows how to answer, but we know it’s always with us—need or demand—three-way contingency or contractual two-party agreement. Two steps forward, another back. That-which-is-always-left-dangling.