friday.

here i am.

i was tight rope walking on a narrow wooden pier that went this way and that way and way way out into the ocean.  i spilled some of whatever it was i eating onto my borrowed turquoise dress.  the stain had been marked with a white circular sticker.  a miniature five spot, no bigger than the tip of a fingernail, flew through the air like a feather and then landed on the wing of a crow.