Jacob Lawrence, Playland (1947)
- September 21, 2003:
Matted tail. Yellow mucus hardening at the corners of his mouth.
- November 13, 2002:
1992, bus stop, Larkin and Hayes, waiting for the 21 Hayes outbound.
- May 5, 2003:
My cancer is like a friend who screens me from those parts of the world from which I choose to disengage.
- September 24, 2002:
I saw a crippled man struggle with his aluminum arm-crutches.
- October 23, 2002:
Black curtains, black towels, black sheets...
- October 10, 2002:
We were driving west on I-10, from Austin back to California.
- November 2, 2002:
She shows endless kindness to each of her tables,
regardless of what rude or stupid behavior they summon in return.
- September 26, 2002:
I saw him on the bus one morning with a teenage girl in braces.
- November 9, 2002:
Her resentment at the way stupid Americans pronounce her name: "Lo-ray-na."
- October 25, 2002:
Market Street sidewalk, late afternoon. Angry light, angry shadows.
- October 3, 2002:
Afterwards her sister called.
- March 13, 2003:
Cigarette ashes inside her car, thick like gray-white slush...
- September 4, 2002:
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