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| Spring Sessions II 50 x 70 cm mixed media on craft paper |
ASSESSING THREAT LEVELS
The air is
thinner than expected.
But the
views are a spectacle.
How we got
this high is a secret.
Some
information is better left unshared.
Everyone’s
eyes seem peeled for the other.
All the
floors are carpeted. The wallpaper has stories.
Wagon
wheels, cacti, Indian warriors and their
taciturn
squaws. The quintessential medicine
man in a
child’s room. Muse of chaos his wife.
Muse of
chaos? I think it was the medicine
made me say
that. I’m not sure that would
play well
at a dinner party in midtown
Manhattan
or even Brooklyn. And the suburbs
would look
on dumbfounded. I’m more or less convinced
our neighbors
wouldn’t want us here. People being suspicious.
Their eyes
always peeled. Suspicious or
totally indifferent.
Sometimes I’d prefer suspicious. At least
someone’s
paying attention then. These days people
are so many
things. Whatever these days are. You peel them
like every
other one. Then wait for the water to boil
suspiciously.
Not too much information please. Not here. Not now.
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