Autobiography of Red

by Anne Carson

I looked up and saw a shadow of a bird go flashing across the leaves of the acacia as if on a screen projected and it seemed to me that I was standing on a hill. I have labored up to the top of this hill, here I am it has taken about half my life to get here and on the other side the hill slopes down.

I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside.