outside it is barely raining & the cars on high street say "slish slish slish" as they go past. i want to be sitting in the bare woodish rooms of the new house, reading & alternating nearly-virgin cubas libres with cherry cokes.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:this afternoon i sat down next to recko on the bed & took her little head in my hands. i am always amazed by the teacuppish frailty of her face. with a finger i pulled her lips apart on one side. i touched her long teeth gently & peered between them at the peek of her tongue. i sat there a long time like that, her head weighing nothing in my hand, carefully examining my own fascination at the colors of the skin inside her mouth: white & pale pale blue, like the underbelly of a small snake.
