“The tooth fairy?” Beas grins.
“And remember when Dr. Cliffton said my ‘overcast the night’ was a stretch for the Disappearance of stars?”
“Because we could still see the moon.”
I nod and show her my list, where I’ve struck it out. And in its place I write triumphantly:
Stars, hide your fires —?Macbeth
Then I toss my pen onto the covers, and Beas’s eyes grow huge as she looks through the pages and pages of my notes. My pulse begins to hum.
“It’s here,” she says. “It’s all here.”
DISAPPEARANCES:
scents
Thou losest thy old smell. —?As You Like It
Eyes without feeling,
feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes,
smelling sans all.
—?Hamlet
reflection
And since you know you
cannot see yourself
so well as by reflection. —?Julius Caesar
Two glasses, where herself
herself beheld
A thousand times,
and now no more reflect —?Venus + Adonis
dreams
My love and her desert;
that canst not dream. —?All’s Well That Ends Well
colors
Your mistresses dare
never come in rain,
For fear their colours
