What if truth is a woman no longer, but a trans woman, an androgyne, pangendered— even all of these and more: “genderqueer,” a catch-all phrase for everything not status quo?

If a co-wife had sought the lives of those three of thine.

Hunger was shred into atomies in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.

Responsibility for this control was in the hands of the Hsi-an Military Governor situated at what was called Chiu-tzu, the present-day K'u-ch'e (Kucha) in the southern piedmont of the T'ien Shan southwest of Urumchi.