A young girl recalls sitting on a swing with her cousin when she was 4 or 5 years old. As the swing lunged, she felt her cousin against her in a way that awakened new feelings within her. Later, they climbed a tree together, remaining innocent of the feelings their encounter had stirred. Now older, she searches cities' suburbs, trying to regain the innocence of her childhood and recapture feelings from sitting with her cousin on the swing long ago.
A young girl recalls sitting on a swing with her cousin when she was 4 or 5 years old. As the swing lunged, she felt her cousin against her in a way that awakened new feelings within her. Later, they climbed a tree together, remaining innocent of the feelings their encounter had stirred. Now older, she searches cities' suburbs, trying to regain the innocence of her childhood and recapture feelings from sitting with her cousin on the swing long ago.
A young girl recalls sitting on a swing with her cousin when she was 4 or 5 years old. As the swing lunged, she felt her cousin against her in a way that awakened new feelings within her. Later, they climbed a tree together, remaining innocent of the feelings their encounter had stirred. Now older, she searches cities' suburbs, trying to regain the innocence of her childhood and recapture feelings from sitting with her cousin on the swing long ago.
she sat on a village swing and her cousin, six or seven, sat himself against her; with every lunge of the swing she felt him in the lunging pits of her feeling; and afterwards we climbed a tree, she said,
not very tall, but full of leaves
like those of a fig tree,
and we were very innocent
about it.
Now she looks for the swing
in cities with fifteen suburbs and tries to be innocent about it
not only on the crotch of a tree
that looked as if it would burst under every leaf into a brood of scarlet figs