and every where that Mary went................Mary, the CyberCreek's
System's Operator,
ancient struggles on vast plains
...........................lives in a Florida suburb.
the thousand pricks of her nails......................Because I have
never been there,
issuing tinny toots.........I cannot
describe it.
wood chip lawns from which cacti sprouted......
the palm trees overhead......Milton, our Executive Director,
blood stains....................lives in Cambridge
Massachusetts.
brown grass on the hills...I remember it in February - bare
trees,
the whimpering dogs..........brick buildings, black icy
streets
black icy streets..............relentless
bitter muggy cold
began to blink incessantly
.................truncated dark days
a red front
door................On the weekend that I visited him,
sleep...............................Milton wore Italian shoes.
background noise............
low flying planes.............
in the playground the boys made fun of her..............
straining after the food that was alive.........
the smell of green grass....
warm sun.........................
cold cereal........................
working............................
making things....................
blue shirt.......................
making love......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
while Mary and Trevor looked on.............
a dark corner....................
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................