From no nowhere not near the sea on blue field flax the cemetery's absolutely solitary you and you and a third of a pound of bread for supper in the refectory where I would die of hunger if you--if soon--if on this unday--one undoing would be undone
From Gone by Fanny Howe. Copyright © 2003 by the Regents of the University of California. Reprinted by permission of the University of California Press. All rights reserved.