The Stray Cat

Sunlight fragments
Upon broken glass,
Tarmac heats
The soles of passer-bys.

Alongside a graffiti-stained wall,
She plays slowly 
With a lank clump of hair,
Pawing as it sways
To and fro,
To and fro
In front of her.

Her feet move
Restlessly in outlines
Of the Bear Star, the Sun Sign and UFOs --
Signs only she knows
Behind the creases of her eyes.

Her can clanks.

She bobs
Her head, moving side to side
to the honking of the cars;
Her mud-colour coat
Swallowing its body.

And then, the stringy hair
returns as a funny swing;
To and fro,
To and fro,
To and fro.

Currently Reading Salem Falls By Jodi Picoult see related

Yesterday, I needed a school uniform from an all boys' school.

Desperately.

Becca was initially suppose to bring her brother's and we settled that the night before, so I had a gorgeous coma of a sleep, being relieved that everything had finally fallen into place. But the next morning, a message came.

Her brother had given away all of his uniforms already.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Somebody save me.

So there I was: 7.45am in the morning, bleary-eyed and a little panicky, headed for work and playing the role of a sardine in the morning-rush crowd. (Make that  a very flat sardine.)

And every time a schoolboy would pass me, my treacherous unfocused eyes would snap to clarity and I would feel like stripping the boy of his uniform there and then.

It's not because I'm a pervert. But you've got to understand. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Yes. You had me in the top right-hand corner. The Boy in the bottom left-hand corner. Boy in white button shirt with starched colour and navy/khaki/white long pants. Me, cracking my knuckles and looking intently at the uniform on The Boy.

Resist.Resist.Resist!

Hell. Sometimes I'm psychotic, I swear.

Currently Reading Angeles y Demonios / Angels and Demons By Dan Brown, Eduardo G. Murillo see related

Last month was a crazy April! Exams, preparations (or the lackthereof), props-shopping, backstage crewing, rehearsals and now, what looks set to be a damn good holiday! I can't wait :) and yet at the same time, I dread some parts of it.

double mushroom swiss
on a day with sore throats
and tired eyes and smiles.

Currently Reading Me Talk Pretty One Day By David Sedaris see related

" When asked what we wanted to be when we grew up, we hid the truth and listed who we wanted to sleep with when we grew up. 'A policeman or a fireman or one of those guys who works with high-tension wires.' "

" I liked the idea that a part of one's body might be though of as lazy -- not thoughtless or hostile, just unwilling to extend itself for the betterment of the team. My father often accused my mother of having a lazy mind, while she in turn accused him of having a lazy index finger, unable to dial th ephone when he knew damn well he was going to be late."