Tape hiss, Value Village, vibraphones. On fixed-gears scrubbed with salt and lemon, like the secret at the centre of a Magic Eye the witches, genderless as light, breathe green and lavender, appear and disappear, chanting your passwords in a round. Voices like dimes dropped in a bowl, blush ultraviolet, glittering auras. Skin so soft they move through walls they press against your window, sing the spell they wrote about the city there: nothing belongs to you nothing belongs to you nothing belongs
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1e à 3e sec./7e à 9e année
4e sec. au cégep 1/10e à 12e année
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Emma Healey, “Trust Fund Witches” from Stereoblind. Copyright © 2018 by Emma Healey. Reprinted by permission of House of Anansi Press.
Source: Stereoblind (House of Anansi Press, 2018)