The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible had hinges, which creaked; when you released the catch, the book would sigh and expand. The song was of two wholes joined by hinges, and I was worried about the joining, the spaces in between the joints, the weight of each side straining them.
Copyright © 2001 by Saskia Hamilton. Reprinted from As For Dream with the permission of Graywolf Press, Saint Paul, Minnesota. All rights reserved.