Book
ariella | 23 February, 2008 03:44
Crouched behind a bed, we look at pictures in books together and make up names for things we've never seen before. Green and white casing holds flash-lit sleepovers with In Living Color on the black-and-white.
Her voice gets closer, louder, I shrink lower, slither under. Book presses nose presses face.
Aisle
ariella | 23 February, 2008 03:42
Free and the smell of all things hardware as I wander aisles, my father’s voice barely in range. Laughter barrels up in me like a warm fire rising as I reach for white sponge wedges and colour fans. This is my outside: no wind, but wandering strangers, safe, familial. I wander through, reach out to touch and smell each thing, grasp at others’ thing-ness, lost in the memory.
