so as to hide my hips........................The face
soft fur...........................looking back at me from the mirror
in the bathroom
the pine trees overhead................(one of 4 bathrooms at Ocatillo.)
rain................................betrayed traces of Italian
ancestry.
cold water......................(from my father's side. My mother was
a mixture of Irish and French)
on the shores.........The mirror was a gold framed treasure
rescued from the endless aisles of Home Depot.)
brown grass on the hills........................
flowered dress..............
peach colored sink.................
sleep
..............................
background noise............
low flying planes.............
intermittent pain...............
the smell of green grass....
warm sun.........................
a red front door................
cold cereal........................
mining my memories............................
making things....................
a white shirt.......................
making love......................
the children laughing..........
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
warm milk......
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................