Lost Creek Hollow carrie (1976)

a giggle.

rising to a cackle.

reaching its peak as a high-pitched laugh.

oh, but we have! we've told bror honey-gazed a hundred names!

her face fell. eyes, agape.

bror knows our name, yes he does. its in bror's skull, in dark space behind beesmilk eyes. you knew it when us two met - becouse we never lie what we are.

when he took those steps to approach, she thrust forward, until they were nearly face to face, whiskers entwined.

speak it. speak it like your old saw you at the breast and named you crow. speak it like they speak your name now- so kind, so mellow.

in her eyes; a desperate, bone-deep pleading.

name us name us name us