drank tea from a small glass cup shaped like a tiny gas lamp cover. fresh mint leaves (i forgot to pick some to take home) soaked in hot water with a little sugar. morrocan. held the hot cup while how many buckets? of water dropped from the sky and alleviated laurence from watering any of his plants. rocked myself in a hammock and watched the early evening, water dripping in a sparse bead curtain from the hangover near my head and gradually stopping. warm minty aftertaste in my mouth. clouds moving in wisps and bright white cauliflower layered over with dark gray smudges and broken open spots of sky blue. smelled an herb from the celery family used for soups. bit the spiky pink plasticky skin of a lychee fruit (taiwanese), then peeling it off in a happened-to be a spiral with my fingers. eating the juicy white fruit from around the hard and smooth brown seed that looked like it belonged on a necklace. alphabetizing. viennese waltzes. guitars and singing in spanish. and the bells rang no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no no no. a hot pink jersey dress. torquoise necklace. crickets chirping and recordings of crickets chirping. situps. i don't want to go to sleep (at all, and/or by myself), but i should go to sleep, i need to go to sleep, so i can work tomorrow, write a press release, write a paper, make some dance, learn some web, read some cubans. well, i can sleep in the dress at least.
posted by Liza 5.8.03