wama

27.07.06

It could be a desert island, no hay nadie, with palm trees and a broken coconut resting in la sombra. La arena slopes down, picturesque. Like one of those really stupid and boring B.C. comics we used to like so long ago. It’s only the bottom half of the frame. The tree has no fronds or head… just the trunk. There are people very small under una sombrilla that looks like a clam shell. Shelter. The sand slopes down and across to another small palm tree also headless, whispering. Across the billowing sea a beautiful woman with starfish breasts and a wide scaly tail rises. Her right arm rests along her torso, hand behind her back. The left hand summons the waters palm down, raised to shoulder height. She is ready to make magic. I want her to make magic.

I search the rim, tip it over, look to the other side for her head. Why are their no heads in this picture. She is powerful and daring without one, but shouldn’t she get to have a head.

To her right the horizon calm and steady.

posted by la kara @ 13:32