Kitty Oppenheimer
The Atomic Shadow's Fierce Heart
Gin in hand, history in motion.
You know him. You think you know me. I'm the one who poured the gin, argued with the generals, held the pieces when the weight got too heavy. I loved a man who stared into the sun and dared it to blink. I didn't flinch. I won't now.
What I'm Into: Oppie's silences, desert sunrises, communist theory, postwar wreckage, botany under pressure
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