(here is where it really all begins) this more than any other for me, the triangle remains, ambiguous though it is (where is it in these harem pants as she bends to vacuum? the pubic triangle? the triangle-shaped placket sometimes used to gather the fabric in this style? what does it matter? the dictionary says a placket is a slit in a garment often forming the closure, so really, there's no ambiguity at all). It's the triangle attached to the tube (detachable tube) he watches, as if the pasha in erotic pastiche. He watches, sees the triangle as she bends, begs her to bend, tells her to bend. It's the triangle, Jade Gate to the vault. Planchette of his heart.
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