Loose Sugar

National Development

98 “and dwelt for a while in a foreign land” ———————————— National Development What is development? Our father’s job is to “aid development.” He stands in the sugar fields at a fazenda being outlined next to shiny stalks with one stalk in his hands. When he smiles, the world succeeds. Brazil is my mother’s country; it is second. During the then of this, President Vargas has died in a square of circumstance. During the now we are developed. Secret time spirits—(Can many hide if only some succeed?) In the apartment, our mother’s body is the loved interval that leaks out loving and sometimes goes out twice; we are among the middle classes, which means we have a servant. Running— in a blur, toward being better— while I was there held captive I disagreed with the concept of “line”— ...