I can’t remember the name of the bar, but I remember I was twenty-two, and I was having the time of my life on Halloween night with my then-girlfriend in Greenwich Village. At twenty-two we could drink like beautiful androgynous unafraid fish. Young badass women in love in the bohemian capital of the world. That’s how it felt to me, anyway. She was a student at New York University. I wasn’t anything, having flunked out of college. We had plans that spanned continents. Youth foreshortens everything—faces, lives.The interweaving of mythology and life is something that always appeals to me, especially when it's as beautifully done as it is in this story by Lidia Yuknavitch. It's heartbreaking, evocative and all encompassing.
You can read 'Woven' by Lidia Yuknavitch over at the Guernica Magazine website.
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