july

I often felt that I would be shot in the back with an arrow or gun, but that didn't happen. The world wasn't safer than I had thought; on the contrary, it was so dangerous that my practically naked self fit right in, like a car crash, it happened every day. (80)

July, Miranda. "Something That Needs Nothing." No One Belongs Here More Than You. New York: Scribner, 2007. 63-91.