Why is time a woman and man a death? Why do we give one force a gender and gender the other with force? Will our willing gender upon them lessen the bite of their skin upon ours? Can a persona’s presence soften the blow for even a moment of the two things most impossibly removed from our personhood? Do the masks we put upon their faces hide their horrors from us? Will these suppositions blow the wind of these days out of the eyes of our oldest and dearest friends, our most constant companions, our dearest foes? Will they leave us any longer by virtue of what does or does not dangle between their legs?
So close, so far