May 31, 2009

• Raspberries. Strawberriesblackberriesblackcurrantsredcurrantscherries… It’s hot and I’m craving red fruits for some reason. Sticky and thirst-quenching and oozing between fingers and down chins. And grass stains and sun-reddened skin and drowsiness and the droning of insects and the smell of soil and cigarettes. Loud music and laughter and cold beer. My daughter is asleep in her vest with the hot pink bow on the front and I’m thinking about making new memories. She’s the littlest boho and I want her to travel and see all the things there are to see. To learn languages and read books and learn to play a musical instrument and… oh, you need money for those things don’t you. In that case I want her to learn about all the wonderful FREE things like fruit-picking and picnics and skinny-dipping and sand castles. Oh this weather is really affecting me! A couple of days of sunshine and I think I’m living in the south of France instead of this shitty, dog-eaten, flea-bitten, mouldy old rented house in the grotty part of town. Thinking of holidays and thinking of how I will get this novel published and earn lots of money and never have to work again. Thinking of cigarettes that don’t kill you and white wine that stays cold and a blissful baby that never cries.

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