"friday friday friday. i’m getting fat again. too many slices of pizza, too much booze, too much texas indulgence. it gives me that loathsome little belly only i can see. and god knows i’d better not notice it out loud." -kevynrayn aye-kay-aye kackattack.
i’m about 5-10 pounds more belly bump than i’d like to be, but god forbid i say something about it outloud to those around me. hello, new friend aka morning jogs and elliptical machine.
We contemplate a parade of skis, boxes, bags, and attachés. Some of them, unclaimed the first time by, meander all the way around and out, dumb and colorful as cows. A deaf woman watches her husband talk in sign. I cannot read his tongue of wrist and fingertip although there seems a sadness and his hands fold finally into themselves. On his shoulders sits a little boy whose hands, above the father’s head, are making up a second story— something, I think, about a plane.