(idea) by Lometa Thu May 03 2001 at 16:58:33

~ I was exhausted, Emily handed me a metaphor about salted lights and circles which vanished confusedly into the shadows of my hands.

~Sleeping inside a speckled banana having pecan dreams.

~ A wallpapered ceiling in striped and retro pastels with advertisements in bold black letters. The texture was so rough it seemed jagged and course under my finger tips. It reminded me of some make shift and flamboyant ballyhoo from TV. I was pawning old clothes for money from my '74 Duster. Soon I was stealing my sisters clothes and selling them too. Fernando Póo was the brand name on the t-shirt. Feeling a little guilty, she always wore nice name brand clothes.

I like it!