<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… holding Kimmie I fade into a damnable multitrack … my foresight spools inexorably and will not be ignored … my intimacy with Huguette a lovely memory … someone finally knows what I am experiencing … and may choose to join in this new and aweful possession … the goddess has made here something visciously cruel and totally loving all at the same time … and Kimmie dear Kimmie … she seemed to have been with us as I share with Huguette … maybe cannot express …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and I learn a new thing … to separate the parts of my brain and choose which receives my primary awareness … choose … this is key … very! … it’s survival … this meat brain is an agglomeration of brains and each clamors for attention … and that knowledge alerts me to another danger … the ancestors I find within have power! … and want a body to express that through … ‘choose, Chloe!’ … and worse ‘choose me Chloe’ … and dear Kimmie saves me … this former boy saves me with her embrace and sincerity and trust and … and her love … … search inside me and find my love for her and feed that and that pushes back the clamors of my ancestresses …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and so that’s how the night passes … pats of this mind brain rest and dream … others pulse and show future and past … others hold dear Kimmie close and pet her as she sleeps and here I put my consciousness and all is well … moments before the alarm, I release her and roll to turn it off … let her sleep … she needs all she has for what Huguette wi;; ask of her after the sun rises … I slide from our bed and bathe and dress … take the paper and marker from the night before and write … ‘I expect to be back around 4 pm. Tell me please if you prefer later’ … sign that with a stylized ‘C’ that seems more hieroglyphic and that flashes me back and back … did she? … really? … Cleopatra is a relative? … the knowledge threatens to cripple me … the Languedoc goes that way? … oh no! … different! … the Moors … sit at the breakfast table and force myself to eat the yogurt with flax that somehow found it’s way to my hands and review the branchings and convergings … and all that converges Friday night at Salem … all that they will not know until some dare to go where I can show them … shudder … make my way to the elevator and down to my car … sit a long moment to gather together enough to drive …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the lab routine is a welcome relief … my rapport with both rats and monkeys seems improved … able to give each creature more of what they each need … the 10 am seminar is interesting … insights from history come easily and several pieces of silliness are easily refuted … and gently! … I’m thanked by several I haven’t spoke with before as I depart for lunch … I decide on the undergraduate cafeteria at the union … a mob of anonymous hormones and pheromones that jumble the gene pool going forward … I seem to pass through that immune to all of that … and realize I can also choose what trailers to emit … I can control my own pheromones! … what a horrible power! … yet one that leads inevitably to the end of the war machines that create the false nobility in our male partners … our partners over whom I’ve been handed keys to touch and modify and even destroy as I did with Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  back at my lab, I review the results from the Monday blood work … realize several things to do differently and also that are not relevant to my PhD but are to what I do after that … at about 3 pm, I take up my phone and send a text …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  ### Leaving soon<br/>  ### Okay?<br/>  ### Can I bring anything?</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… return to looking at the blood tests and using my new vision to explore what I learned last night from Huguette …</em></span></span><br/>