White
Shira Dentz

In the room, there were three white dogs.

In her vagina, there were three white waterfalls. One stepped on stone plates
to rise from the first plateau to the next,

In her vagina, there were three white waterfalls. Someone, or some part of
someone, stepped on

There were three white waterfalls. Someone in a mist stepped on stone plates
latched onto the rocks that made an easy climb. In her vagina,

there were three white waterfalls. Someone in the mist stepped on plates latched
onto the rocks at the seams of the water. The plates formed a staircase, not in
any repeating or regular pattern such as a spiral, or up. She herself didn’t know
in what direction one step led to the next. It was delightful to discover as the
image in the mist took one direction, then another. Where the climber paused
she could look down and see the spray. It was a dance not to fall into the
waterfall, not to stop it over.