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It’s like ants and more ants. West, east their little axes hack and tease. Your sins. Your back taxes. This is your Etna, your senate of dread, at the axis of reason, your taxi to hell. You see your past tense— and next? A nest of jittery ties. You’re ill at ease, at sea, almost in- sane. You’ve eaten your saints. You pray to your sins. Even sex is no exit. Ah, you exist.
Donna Masini is the author of Turning to Fiction (W.W. Norton & Company, 2004) and That Kind of Danger (Beacon Press, 1994). She is the recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship and a New York Foundation for the Arts Grant. She teaches at Hunter College, City University of New York, and lives in New York City.