when
she was a child she collected things, mostly useless things like marbles. but
she took the collections very seriously and they grew beyond anyones imaginations,
filling entire dressers with glass colored balls. nobody bothered to ask her
where she had gotten them, since she had no money or source of income. when
the security deparment called her mother from the piggley wiggley, she knew
her collecting days were over. her mother confiscated the marbles and the plastic
bags she found under the bed and dropped them in the dumpster behind circle
k.
albuquerque, new mexico
driving
at night. blackness fades to morning light, remembering the moment when you
lost the reasoning behind your actions.
cabazon, ca
she
was disturbed by his interests in the forgotten fringes of society, and in the
banal of everyday. but the more she asserted her need for stability, the more
irrational he became. he was only comfortable in unfamiliar surroundings and
in movement, repeating his claim that truck driving was his true calling. she
dismissed his moods as a chemical im-balance, and sought to overcome it through
her shear willpower and determination. she took over his life, driving him to
job interviews and watching what he read. but he only became more irresponsible,
telling her he could no longer describe the pictures in his head. sick of living
in rented houses, and listening to neighbors through thin walls she looked for
the vapor trails in the sky and imagined this as her only escape.
english, in
seperated from their midwestern roots they are forced to
wander without a safety net, to see things without pretext or bias. a clean
slate.
