carma

the artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge....it was a strange feeling, him looking at me as i aimed. i found i couldn't quite loose myself in the target. his eyes split my attention between the c in coke n my awareness of him watching me. and i thought, this was what it was like to be beautiful. the tug of eyes, pulling you back from your flight to the target. i was in two places at once, not only in my thought, my aim, but my bare feet on the dusty yard, my legs growing stronger, my breasts in the new bra, my long tanned arms, hair flowing in the hot wind. he was taking my silence but giving me something in return, a fullness of being recognized, i felt beautiful, but also interrupted...i wasn't used to being so complicated.************************************************ *********** my sis becca n her two kids surfin in kauai- seems like charlie's lovin it but i'm not so sure bout lil kate;-)