Sees herself biting his hand, his arm, how everything in her head has gone black, sees his hand black as though scorched or full of ashes, sees his black arm as she sinks her teeth into it, keeps her eyes shut tight, sees his black look, sleeps with him in hell, would like to butcher him and eat him, she sees his red flesh lying there like velvet.
Jenny Erpenbeck, Kairos, tr. Michael Hofmann


















