glasses of water too heavy to pick up
August 21, 2010 § Leave a comment
yesterday while mamá was at the doctor’s layla and i pretended we were eating dinner. we had woodblocks on the table as pieces of meat. we cut them apart with scissors. i couldn’t pick up the glass of water. it was too heavy. layla laughed and passed me more meat.
later we cut out cardboard and shaped surfboards for her hippo dolls. attached them with electrical tape. baby hippo was pulling rodeo flips off the side of the table. gravity works all the same.
meanwhile, across town, mamá was at the doctor’s hearing baby’s heartbeat.
standing by the stove with her this morning. rolling up her dress a bit and grabbing her thighs in between pancake flips. a sense of possibility.
earlier layla’d helped mix the batter.