YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER. She fell from the plane into the summer afternoon like a quadruple-winged victory wearing nothing but a wicked smile and a parachute with its harness straps chafing her thighs and cutting into her shoulders and as she fell to Earth the wind whistled through her outspread fingers and she began very elegantly to fall to pieces with her body parts streaking out in colour-coded vapour trails among the layered clouds and puffs of smoke accompanying her diverging limbs until finally her detached head hurtled upwards and then sideways all the while spinning wildly in eccentric arcs leaving her navel and a lonely wisp of pubic hair like an inverse exclamation mark to punctuate the sunny afternoon sky. Yes, she was a nude disintegrating parachutist woman and she came down in pieces all over me.

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