Lucy Ton That ’26
Lucy Ton That—will be married on January
18th, 2034, not in a church. It doesn’t
particularly matter who she will be married
to, it just matters that she will become wife.
She will be a wife. The space that she will
have jammed artificially in between “Ton”
and “That” with her computer cursor, will
deflate, run all out of air, because she’ll have
a new name. The teaching assistant stands in
front of me, facing the board. She draws a
circle and a square surrounding it. I can tell
she’s pressing hard on the board because
flakes of chalk flutter down as she does it,
the symbol cries dust. She says the circle is
what we think can be, we think there is
nothing further, and we are told it is
impenetrable. But there is this, and she
gestures to the square is what’s possible. The
pores between the circle and the square are
imperceptible, but they are there. Sometimes
I think women, wives are like pores.