TravelersA good idea spreads like
a family name.
One day, it will pack up and
through Carbon or India
Embark from the cerebral port of its origin and venture away
Out into the world to make its fortune all its worldly possessions
what it can carry in its bindle.
whereupon it will be
Judged and ripped and sewn together again and
prodded and examined and
Thrown back and forth in courtrooms as ballistae
or invited to empty dinner tables as a limb of l'olivier
Or warmly gi
Pink Lace Maria is my Best Friend. I told her so back when we danced ballet, back when I had time in the afternoons on Wednesday for play and dance and gymnastics. The last, I quit because I did it year after year and couldn't even bridge down by myself. But I always liked the trampoline; and Maria had one so when we play I always vote for her house, the house with the blue siding and the spiders on the porch and no flooring around the cluttered dining room table and more animals than I have fingers.
And dresses. Maria has a glorious pink mess of lace and satin that is much too big for both of us, but safety pins fix that. And a miracle at a thrift store means that Maria's dress is now mine too, and we are twin messes of pink lace and satin. When we are in her room we don our livery and the makeup she got from her mother for Christmas. We wear it like the model she tells me she'll be and we become princesses. Princesses flying through space in our