First in a series inspired by Vivian Maier photographs.
Originally posted at http://doiexistonline.wordpress.com/2014/09/25/im-crossing/
the street and waiting. the cars and their passing. the sun and its glaring down.
a lady passed me on the stairs and told me my pearls were nice and i didn’t thank her. just kept walking. i only just realized.
i’m a little longing in the eyes and these taxis just won’t stop at all. my favorite place in the city has become a no stopping zone and that’s how it goes. the way the cars move and burst against the still summer air is like the beach and waves and a shell stuck in the foot.
i think there was a time when i was in a car like this, but years ago when they were black and different, and we were going down this road and we passed this spot and i looked out at the air where i am now and the arches of stone caught my eye and i think that i was wondering about father and mother but the arches of stone caught my eye when we were passing and i turned to look all the way down the block at them until we turned and they disappeared. and where were we heading.
if i took a step and tumbled into this bus. if one of these passing people had a knife.
gripping my clutch because i’m afraid that i’ll drop it, anyway. and when i’m old and my wrinkles are set and my hair is a long and grizzy nest with lashing whisps stung in place by age. but i look perfect right now. well then i’ll be alright still, even so. despite it.
and when it’s clear i’ll make my way and make sure to stop by the store to pick up the ice for the icebox and some fruit to garnish and some cheese and crackers for eating while we all sit and talk that would be nice.
what am i forgetting what am i forgetting.