Cat Woman Arlene Ang First thing she does is remove her shoes — scarlet, slight wobble of left heel. The fluorescent lamp simmers black. Outside it's daylight. The window overlooks a game of hopscotch. The word jump cycles little black holes underbreath. She takes an aspirin. The ledge blinds her, like another shot of vodka: she's on the ninth story, she's on the ninth life. She licks the salt in her wounds. |