Katie Eleanor

Welcome to The O, welcome to your Recovery: The nurses hurry (but you may not), and your classes include Biting, Pleasure, and Howling. Once I did hurry, and I fell. I promise I was only late, I promise. Today Mother looks like sweet swine and lovely enough to hug, the fasting girls crawl towards her to collect tissues dipped in lemongrass. When I crawl the wound on my knee reopens under my stockings from where I fell. They make me promise again not to hurry. Mother Swine teaches us to furl and unfurl our bodies to the sunlight, and I feast on it. Furl, and unfurl. Furl and unfurl. Later in the Kitchen I beg for light and not sugar, ‘I am fern, I am fern!’.