A watch that has green fluorescent hands at night, will give you cancer. Scraping out a plastic butter dish will give you cancer. Read it in Elsevier's Weekly--found in the library between the children's magazines . . . Murmur of voices downstairs. Mammarosa talking to her friend. The television is on. When I alternately close my left and right eye, the lamp one time does and the other does not in front of the door handle. Pulling up your lower lip, for as long as it touches your nose, for as long until it hurts. Turning on your stomach, the covers over you, and putting your hands between your legs, hugging your pecker until your hand starts to tingle, called going to sleep that is. Sometimes I am a girl.

- Joost Zwagerman

Summer Issue, 1997

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