La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Friday, June 23, 2006

If I Were...

If I were a month, I would be: October
If I were a day of the week, I would be: Monday
If I were a time of day, I would be: midnight
If I were a sea animal, I would be: Jelly fish
If I were a direction, I would be: South
If I were a sin, I would be: envy
If I were a historical figure I would be: Me
If I were a planet, I would be: Ares
If I were a liquid, I would be: mercury
If I were a stone, I would be: slate
If I were a tree, I would be: a willow
If I were a bird, I would be: humming bird
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: lupin
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: breeze
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: a Unicorn
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: a flute
If I were an animal, I would be: mouse
If I were an emotion, I would be: bitterness
If I were a vegetable, I would be: cucumber
If I were a sound, I would be: a moan
If I were an element, I would be: water
If I were a song, I would be: classical
If I were a movie, I would be: A Boy and his Dog
If I were a book, I'd be: The Bell Jar
If I were a food, I would be: white wine
If I were a place, I would be: White sands
If I were a taste, I would be: lemony
If I were a scent, I would be: hibiscus
If I were a religion, I would be: Christian
If I were a word, I would be: Ghost
If I were a body part, I would be: a rib
If I were a facial expression, I would be: a stare
If I were a subject in school, I would be: chemistry
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: Bugs bunny
If I were a shape, I would be: an ellipse
If I were a number, I would be: 4
If I were a piece of jewelery, I would be: single diamond earing
If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: an antique chair whith a hard wooden seat and high back
If I were a car, I would be: Lamberghini
If I were an item of clothing, I'd be: a translucent nightgown

Slipping through the cooler

I am water today, sliding into a home through the reedy natural smelling cooler pad on a swamp cooler in the desert.
The home is clean, neat, comfortable with niches for Indian pottery but containing bright glass sculptures instead. Pink adobe curved doorways, lots of windows. A sad dark figure stood at the desk to one side. Still, stareing into nothingness.
Suddenly I was terrified.
I slipped out through the fan above the stove, the soot puffing out of the little chimny before my exit and following me too. Anyone watching might have worried about fire.
I glimpsed the dark sad one through the window and thought I might have seen the glint of gun metal in the hand, the raising of the arm, the pop. But I fled too fast to be sure, terror escalating into panic.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


Tell me where I am today, I feel particularly lost, slimy and unwholesome.
The children around me remind me of life and taste and sex and sensuality. Will I ever feel again? I visited my mother. She was not weeping.