the toddler was angry

warped red face hiccoping and crying
oh no. a gasp for air and a sniffle. the quiet before the storm. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
wailing and dramatically throwing them selves to the floor. a Oscar wining performance . drool is getting in the carpet, and feet are punishing the rug, sticky hands and face getting redder and covered with lint. try not to pay attention. a peak between fingers, and then she stands, runs  so i can see her through the door way, and throws her self at the ground,"I WANT THE PINK CUP"


THIS IS A TRAP
she is blond.
she is as blond as the sun is dull
she is blond to find a man like the tv promised her
blond because princesses dont have brown hair.
she is blond, brassy bright, honey almond 035.
she is blond to fit in.
blond to hide her fear.
blond so she can be brave
blond so she can hide pctures of the chubby buenette stranger
blond like marilyn
blond one small step in hiding who she was
 

sangria
tea bags, and my largest pot.
rough cracking cinnamon
all set to boil
my largest picher.
orage juice, grandpa's bitter pomagrate juice
a moutan of sugar.
round cuts of oranges, cut with a bread knife to keep my finger
lemons limes apple
sweet
finnished with the bitter tea
served to snack and talk and drink
on a hot summer night i just want a drink