wow i've been posting everyday ... just proves how bored i am. but this is healthy
Through the Eyes of a Fly
I shamelessly watch the mother with two children. Beyond the thick glass with posters patched, the man immersed in his rectangular object, and the small plants resting in their oversized pots.
From the front they looked like the "ideal" family, the "american dream"
the children with beautiful, blindingly bright curls. The woman with the bulky plastic bags. and the man, most likely at work in his perfect suit.
The view from the back, just a 180 degree change portrayed the unseemly:
spiderveins taking refuge below the crease that marked her artificially darkened thigh.
frustration caused by the heat i was foreign to. the kids' cries for a drink from the machine, i was still deaf to.
She hands the unfolded bill to the older boy. the son, hesitated to make sure the president faced the right direction. She nods, now loosening her grip on the burdensome bags. his small hand slaps onto the lifesized bottle of water protruding from the machine.
You would think that the distressed family now walks away with the Aquafina, but it is time for the younger daughter to speak. I molded my own words to her mouth:
i want mine to mommy -- she hands another green bill to her.
i continue my disturbingly close observation of the family, as the unusually fattened boy struggles to reach for the bottle, still dwelling in the cold provided by the rectangular cube hooked to the wall. but all it needed was a bigger, bonier, older hand to fix the door.
They finally leave, marking the end of my means of escaping boredom.
and i wait, drenched in complacency of my narrations
eager for another image to appear beyond the thick glass patched with posters.
