tricolor

as it was on yahoo360 07/01/2008 12:09 am

there is no heat, only degrees of cold. i don’t remember the feeling of a fire against my knees. even in the kitchen, the warmest place on any camp, the heat is too thin to spread and the copper pans cloud over. i take of my socks one a week to cut my toe-nails and the others call me a dandy. we’re white with red noses and blue fingers.
the tricolour.

jeanette winterson – the passion (fragment)