i spent the day with a group full of strangers,
a lady,
from a far away place,
she said fuck a lot
her son had curls.
there was something about him. he said "nobody will play with me, I just want somebody to play with."
his mother was teaching him his long vowels so he would not have her accent.
she lived in a house full of things, she said none of them were made in america, and I believe her, I helped her move her new dutch and chinese furniture- marble, mahogany, it all smelled like stirfry but was worth more than my life I'm sure.
there was a minx who was white with bright eyes that looked at you like a dog, he is sure to be a friend soon, I want to take his portait, he is shy of strangers though, and has feet like a rabbit.
there was a man who had cancer in his lungs.
there was a woman who told a story about a man she knew who had cancer in his breasts.
men only have little breasts I suppose.
the man wore a pink shirt and rode a motercycle.
I wonder if he bought it to make himself less sad about his cancer.
there was a boy and his father that spoke some other language, romanian I think, for languages roll off my tongues and are sweet to my ears more than most things and I can nick them for what they are. quicker than most.
there was also a round lady who called the "fuck" woman 'doc', like in cartoons.

anyhow we all accomplished something together, these people and I, what it was isnt important. but.

i liked the fuck woman.
she was beautiful.
and her backyard was paved with sandstone from india.
and she had little legs like a teenager.

bewitching.