she – foto by smith My Rock Most people think of a rock as There is a rock in me I was bewildered That’s when I found this rock. This rock won’t break up, This rock just says – Lady K that’s why Lady and i are left the u.s.a. – her rock told her to. i don’t mess with this rock. i remember when a train in lodz, poland, tried to leave the station without her, she ran down the platform and jumped for an open door on the moving train – ended up hanging by her fingers outside, her legs dangling beneath the car, heavy backpack pulling her down, me running along the platform trying to help her up to door level. i still don’t know how we got on. had to involve teleportation. but that’s old adventure. new adventure afoot. moving into new apartment today – our 50th move in 22 months. it’s unfurnished, our entry into being & nothingness. our futon was delivered yesterday. so we have a couch to sit and sleep on in an otherwise empty apartment. we’ve a 4-burner gas stove, midget refrigerator, toilet, shower, kitchen sink. which is a step up – we don’t have a kitchen sink in our current place. did the dishes in a lead sink in the open court, covered the drying dishes with a towel to keep the falling dirt off. this is a water-starved incessantly dirty city. the recent heat has turned some dirt to dust. once the rainy season starts in a couple months, the paved streets may turn to mud. until then everything is coated in various thicknesses of dirt and germ. you can’t touch your mouth, eyes, or nostrils when out walking. Lady and i repeatedly push this parameter since we pick up street trash for assemblage. peter’s piper picks a peck of pickled parameters. me – foto by smith |