Annie Zaidi
For Vilma, Berlin If I was a polar bear in a zoo, would I eat my cubs? It would not do, I suppose, to leave them under some rock. These hand-fed zoo-folk, how queer they can be. Feeding, feeding, feeding. As if a polar bear lived for nothing but food. And to be photographed and shit and stud or breed and, basically, just stick around. In a zoo if I was a polar bear I would rather sleep. And nobody would know the weight of dreams that keep you alive through snow and starve. And my cubs, I would eat.
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