There are moments, specifically moments when I'm thinking about eating those sweet, perfect, utterly filthy blackberries that grow by the overpass as soon as they're ripe, when I remember that it's the end of July. My favorite holiday has passed already, and I'll have to wait another 12 months for it to come around again.
I want to be able to snatch the explosions out of the sky like you snatch a spider with a paper towell but don't crush it. I'd wrap them up in my brawny tough with quilted absorbancy and I'd put them in my pockets. Then, when it's February and I can't seem to coerce myself into sitting up off the floor to swallow, so I'm drinking burbon through a straw, I'll just pull one out of my cardigan pocket. It will have been crouched in the dark, waiting to resume exploding, white rockets up and pop pop pop and leaving golden streams of fire behind in the night air.
Posted by Sonya at July 18, 2003 01:29 PMbravo! (brava?) (breve?)
Posted by: nathaniel at July 18, 2003 10:27 PM