When he turned 12 the discoball scattered squares of purple and blue across the den. The boys spilled popcorn, the girls were whispering on the other side and there was madonna on the radio The presents piled on tables vanilla ice cream in puddles beside slices of cake, chocolate and gold, in halves. Surrounded by comfort the cats curled up and leaping dogs that would all fade inevitably; within ten years the toys were sold the money spent the friends disappear and what stays with him: scattered squares of purple and blue across the den, somewhere inside. It's all the same: they still whisper on the other side, and the boys trampling discoballs like a dog chasing the cat curled up so tightly before the window. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
