i had cake today. you should know this. cake makes me happy.
and my grandmother is dying.
but the cake was good.
and i have apples. GREEN apples.
and my broken doll is lying in the bowl with them.
i have photographic evidence. i am backing up my life.
i am leaving proof. i existed and tried to fix the world.
that's my poor broken doll in the bowl. i don't have the heart to throw him out and i don't have the money to have his arms rebanded right now.
so--he's resting
in a bowl
cradling apples
while
it
dreams
of
pears.
(april 10, 2003)