November 19, 2009 § 1 Comment
A woman- wild & poorly colored red hair, frizzy, dark roots exposed- wearing a long purple dress with tiny star-shaped mirrors all over it. Each mirror reflects a tiny piece of central park- an ice cream vendor sways in and out of view on her hip, 11 dogs on tangled leashes bounce off her breasts… every now and then, a frisbee flickers across her shoulders. A mess of balloon strings tangle in her fist and trail above her frizzed head, ending in their own tangle around the mouths of black, white and gold balloons.
In her other hand, another hand. A little boy’s hand as he stands beside her in a perfectly fitted, crisp tuxedo. His hair gels perfectly into a fin-like faux hawk. He follows a few awkward steps behind her. She pulls at a pace just beyond the capability of short legs and dress shoes.