Touray

(Freestyle)

Sitting next to the icebox doesn’t exactly work when the front door is open. The hot air mingles with the cool. Two doors open. She sits bare foot and head back. The yellow sun dress turns into mustard at first contact. Sweat, too much sweat. The light from the fridge blends in with the light from the sun. Everything is a bit bleached out but her dress remains colorful and drenched. Two drawers at the bottom. 3 empty shelves. 2 cool from above, 3 hot from below. All of these mixing temperatures are sure to make her sick. She leans forward to vomit. Nothing comes out.

3 O clock in the afternoon and I’m sure by now they must know she’s crazy. Some things you can’t hide for long. Some things come out in the wash and land in mustard stains on your clothes. These same things leave you in front of empty refrigerators looking for honey.

Yet there is a swimming pool two steps outside of the door. There is the night and possible a package of tea forgotten by an uncareful eye. There are the wire tables and the locked gate. Lucky for her she’s learned how to fly. Mustard takes three steps and sails into the sky. Feet up and lost she already landed in another world of wonder.

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Today I figure I’d put my agenda book away,
Cause nothing is as it seems,
Today I’ll throw my cares away,
Cause nothing is as it seems,

I do better waking up every morning,
Just looking for the surprise,

“Cause over the mountain I see the bright sun shining, and I want to live inside the glow…”

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