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panthers.
    “Man is divided into three classes— shaksa, the hare; vrisha, the bull; and ashwa, the horse—according to the size of his lingam, or phallus. A woman too, according to the depth of her yoni, vagina, is either a mrigi, female deer; vadava, a mare; or a hastini, female elephant.
    “There are three equal unions between persons of corresponding dimensions and six unequal unions when the dimensions do not correspond, or nine kinds of union in all. In unequal unions, when the male exceeds the female in point of size, his union with a woman immediately next to him in size is called a high union and it is of two kinds, while his union with a woman most remote from his size is called the higher union and is of one kind only. When the female exceeds the male in point of size, her union with a man immediately next to her in size is called low union and is of two kinds, while her union with a man farthest from her in size is called the lower union and is of one kind only.
 
Equal
 
Male
 
Female
Hare
 
Deer
Bull
 
Mare
Horse
 
Elephant
 
Unequal
 
Male
 
Female
Hare
 
Mare
Hare
 
Elephant
Bull
 
Deer
Bull
 
Elephant
Horse
 
Deer
Horse
 
Mare
    “In other words, the horse and the mare, and the bull and the deer, form the high union; while the horse and the deer form the highest union. On the female side, the elephant and the bull, and the mare and the hare, form low unions; while the elephant and the hare form the lowest unions.
    “There are then nine kinds of unions according to dimensions. Equal unions are the best; the highest and the lowest are the worst. The rest are middling, and among them high unions are considered better than low, for in a high union, the male can satisfy his own passion without hurting the female; in a low union, it is difficult for a female to be satisfied in any manner.”
    V. Favorite Song
    If we can’t sleep, Matt puts on music. I like how he takes charge of the situation instead of lying there brooding all night like I do. The desire to hear music may or may not be as primal a need as food, sleep, or sex, but listening to music is necessary.
The days of wine and roses
    Are distant days to me
    That’s Donovan singing my favorite song of his, “Writer in the Sun,” which he composed in 1966 during a trip to Greece. Even though the words are sad, the melody is relaxing and it has this timeless quality—it makes you feel that any situation is endurable because it’s fleeting. I play the song in my head at work when I feel like quitting. Donovan strums the guitar steadily as if he’s marching in a funeral procession.
The magazine girl poses
On my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years I spent in the city
Playing with Mr. Loss and Gain
    He reminds me to spend time outdoors contemplating what irritates me so that I can let it go. Last night I was out for drinks with some girlfriends talking about how people are always trying to beat each other out for Creative Person Of The Century. But then I can’t just bail for paradise like my friend who swims with dolphins. I envy people who can enjoy themselves.
I bathe in the sun of the morning
Lemon circles swim in the tea
Fishing for time with a wishing line
And throwing it back in the sea
    Donovan saw time changing and turning back in on itself. The belief that things happen for a reason is implied in his sound. It’s a calming idea, one that I like to think is true. But why has it taken me so long to get comfortable?

SINNERS
    Two Band-Aids, crisscrossed like a beige plus sign, block the peephole on my grandma’s front door. To the right, a bronze crucifix doubly protects her from the dangers outside. She recently told me a cougar was stalking her from the roof. When someone knocks she warns me that it might be the neighbor who steals her trash.
    “Who cares if someone steals your trash?” I ask. I turn the doorknob.
    “It’s my trash, I don’t want anyone looking at it,” she whispers.
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