““The Geek Girls Were we never robins? No, we never were. No one recognized spring in us, though great elms grew inside our rib cages. They pushed their spiny tips outward, so that we felt small stabbings daily, but they never broke through. So we were never spring, never foliage. We were the small and oddball beasts: anoles, silverfish, shrimp. We moved fast and sideways, upways, allways but straight. We heard of nights lit with lightning bugs and cigarettes. With rumflame and tonguefire. We needed none of it. The nights were black puzzleboxes and we solved them. It was easy— in the darkness, our minds sparked like flint.””