Jesse walked to the shop and got us popsicles and we ate them on the roof. The surface of the roof was very warm--hard to believe it had just snowed. Across the way on another rooftop we saw a few kids playing. bambi stood up and called "hi kids!" A little boy stopped what her was doing and waved. She waved back. Then they stood there staring at each other, her popsicle dripping blood like splotches on the silver roof. She looked over at me and whispered, "now what do I say???" --which, just, same, bambi, same. These poor, lonely, New York kids.
mother's day drawings: "a gust of wind" and "a dinosaur with very sharp teeth".
A failed nap
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