seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- migration glancing over Byzantine architecture then to Romanesque, early Gothic, late Gothic- cathedrals and cathedrals, South Cloister of Gloucester- i saw cathedrals once- with tombs beneath the flooring- and little girls beside the narrow roads in navy knee-socks and scuffed mary-janes and i composed poetry that rhymed once, slow and steady, words folded up into my tongue, mashed against the soft pink of my upper gums- my mother was pulling me tight to her on the subway, while two men pirouetted to "I want to dance with somebody" from a minature boombox in an airport near the island- near the city- little girls in their bare feet, mosquito bites like tattoos across their legs i gathered green coconuts that had fallen off the tree premature, we used these as softballs across the lawn- and my mother inspected our hair every night- looking closely for ticks 1:43 p.m. - 2002-04-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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