On Peahens as a Subject for Painting
Saturday. The day after their 'Neathversary.
Cassius managed to come out from under their blankets sometime before noon, but only now has felt their stomach rumble and gurgle for food. Somehow they also manage to get a pot of root vegetables, salt pork, and beef going on the stove, and somehow they manage to eat most of it. They sit with a glass of plum jerkum-a Christmas gift from home-and want to cry. But they can't even cry any more, they cry rarely now, & certainly not after wearing themself out with Narciso--Still they pull on a sweater from Mila and almost do.
They think fondly on Mila, an older woman who might as well be their mother. She likes to knit sweaters, and always seems to know just how to make them the most comfortable. This one that they wear now is a deep turquoise, but more grey than vivid. Not their favourite, but they have left the other on Ladybones Road drying. They don't plan to leave their shack today, let alone for only a sweater. And this one is warm, soft, and comforting just the same.
With just a nightshirt and a sweater on, and their hair mused, stiff from tears, and unwashed, Cassius probably looks either very pathetic or very ridiculous. In need of a bath, "in any case". They set the glass down on their trunk, curl-up in their wool afghan, and drift-off to sleep in their armchair.
Cassius managed to come out from under their blankets sometime before noon, but only now has felt their stomach rumble and gurgle for food. Somehow they also manage to get a pot of root vegetables, salt pork, and beef going on the stove, and somehow they manage to eat most of it. They sit with a glass of plum jerkum-a Christmas gift from home-and want to cry. But they can't even cry any more, they cry rarely now, & certainly not after wearing themself out with Narciso--Still they pull on a sweater from Mila and almost do.
They think fondly on Mila, an older woman who might as well be their mother. She likes to knit sweaters, and always seems to know just how to make them the most comfortable. This one that they wear now is a deep turquoise, but more grey than vivid. Not their favourite, but they have left the other on Ladybones Road drying. They don't plan to leave their shack today, let alone for only a sweater. And this one is warm, soft, and comforting just the same.
With just a nightshirt and a sweater on, and their hair mused, stiff from tears, and unwashed, Cassius probably looks either very pathetic or very ridiculous. In need of a bath, "in any case". They set the glass down on their trunk, curl-up in their wool afghan, and drift-off to sleep in their armchair.