naima yael tokunow
2:31A PLAY IN ONE ACT
She makes herself Window, tastes glass, the sheared grease of its fruit at her hinges.
White comes and demands, be oral, all open skin begging. She, Window, says, get out of my house. Get out from under my roof. White has already begun to come, slightly. She ajars.
She became window to get rid of her breast swollen with pummeling. [White pummels the air in protest]. Window fits in a frame, Window panes and has no bosom.
Now soft, White bawls, his pants fouled. White demands that she lady herself again. He screams, FERAL, as if Window’s ajar makes her animal. [Window is still open towards the outside].
As a woman, she never felt close to body. [White rubs his hands palmsticky]. She didn’t have the room to know beyond the demand, fuckable woman.
White is intelligent. Used to getting his way like this. Please. Or with screaming. How do you turn back into something I can push myself into? Window doesn’t answer. I thought that I made you, White whimpers, I thought that you were made for me.
Window is not a long-term solution, is not safe as this glass framed, latched, hinged thing. [White tries to learn window magic, learn carpentry. He reads]. She, Window, opens and opens and opens and opens and
stops. Outside of her house, in the air above her, she sees her body, buzzing. [White doesn’t see past window, his dick out again now]. She ajars. Asks the outside, how does Window stop just hanging? White licks his palms. How does a window take wing?
Little Bristling Soul 