Friday, February 11, 2011
this little girl
i have this picture. its of a little girl. she has on a pair of saddle oxfords. its one of those pictures thats just really random. out of place. i think this because back then people posed for a picture. including the kids. people usually lined up, in stages. big folks in the back and the smaller in the front. and, rarely, if ever, did anyone really, and i mean really, smile. but this little girl looked "caught." like she wasn't suppose to be sitting there. she's sort of hanging/sitting half on, half off a sofa with one leg dangling. duncan-pfife i think. and probably covered in clear plastic. i recognize the expression immediately. the look that seems to be always on my face. i have bangs with a not quite shoulder length bob hair cut. my hair is very dark. but not black. and my hand is raised up to my lips as if i had a secret. little did i know from that moment in time there was a secret. and secrets can be swept under the rug. in my mind i can see a woman standing on the porch. she's got a rug hung out and she's beating the dust and dirt out of it with a broom handle. but, no matter how hard she beats that rug she knows that secret won't come out.