They are hostile nations BY MARGARET ATWOOD See, we are alone in the dormant field, the snow In view of the fading animals that cannot be eaten or captured the proliferation of sewers and fears the sea clogging, the air iii nearing extinction Here there are no armies we should be kind, we should here there is no money take warning, we should forgive each other It is cold and getting colder, Instead we are opposite, we touch as though attacking, We need each others’ breathing, warmth, surviving the gifts we bring is the only war even in good faith maybe we can afford, stay warp in our hands to implements, to manoeuvres walking with me, there is almost time / if we can only ii make it as far as Put down the target of me the (possibly) last summer you guard inside your binoculars, in turn I will surrender this aerial photograph (your vulnerable sections marked in red) I have found so useful I Ask the Impossible by Ana Castillo by loving you, loving you as I do” “I ask the impossible: love me forever

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They are hostile nations BY MARGARET ATWOOD See, we are alone in the dormant field, the snow In view of the fading animals that cannot be eaten or captured the proliferation of sewers and fears the sea clogging, the air iii nearing extinction Here there are no armies we should be kind, we should here there is no money take warning, we should forgive each other It is cold and getting colder, Instead we are opposite, we touch as though attacking, We need each others’ breathing, warmth, surviving the gifts we bring is the only war even in good faith maybe we can afford, stay warp in our hands to implements, to manoeuvres walking with me, there is almost time / if we can only ii make it as far as Put down the target of me the (possibly) last summer you guard inside your binoculars, in turn I will surrender this aerial photograph (your vulnerable sections marked in red) I have found so useful I Ask the Impossible by Ana Castillo by loving you, loving you as I do” “I ask the impossible: love me forever. ? Ana Castillo, I Ask the Impossible Love me when all desire is gone. Love me with the single mindedness of a monk. When the world in its entirety, and all that you hold sacred advise you against it: love me still more. When rage fills you and has no name: love me. When each step from your door to our job tires you-love me; and from job to home again, love me, love me. Love me when you're bored-when every woman you see is more beautiful than the last, or more pathetic, love me as you always have: not as admirer or judge, but with the compassion you save for yourself in your solitude. Love me as you relish your loneliness, the anticipation of your death, mysteries of the flesh, as it tears and mends. Love me as your most treasured childhood memory-and if there is none to recall-imagine one, place me there with you. Love me withered as you loved me new. Love me as if I were forever-and I, will make the impossible a simple act,