November 13, 2009
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whimsy
and probably to be ignored…
Half way between Paudalho and Carpina he pulled the jeep over and bought a chicken. Then seller wraps its legs in corn husk and passed him through the window for 15 reis. The chicken was passed back from seat to seat until it disappeared in the back. And that is why I smiled today. Even if the driver turned around, looked at my legs and said “chicken feet.”
I like everything right now. The cockroach behind the sink. The rat that Junior killed and left in the middle of the yard until the turtles started to eat it and Aninha got disgusted and threw it out in the trash. And I took to the corner where the horses were eating the trash. That kind of mood. That likes everything. Especially Orion. I love him. He is my night connection. That tells me I am still me in Brasil or in the US.
My kids. Delicious, dirty children. They have decided they want to have a surprise Christmas party for Patricia and Cacau. They want my help. They have let me in on the secret. Some secrets bind you so closely together that even when the secret is gone, you are still glued.
The water misses my mouth and falls on my shirt. Two dark spots glare at me. I am so clumsy. And I never feel more clumsy than when I am wearing dirty jeans. They need to be washed.
I write without knowing where the words will take me. I have an idea of the depths they prodrude, but I do not hold my breath to touch the bottom. Because I would need both hands to swim to do that. And I still use one hand to hold my nose.
