Her job
Sunday, May 24, 2009
was to stand, creaseless and unspoiled, in the blazing sun. To make us guess her face. To suggest balance in asymmetry and poise regardless of heat. To hear the merry cranking go-round go-round go-round around repetitions of a near-identical song.
I could not be her.
I do not have poise.
I am impatient.
I want.
