Sunday, January 21

• The long ribbon of plastic flapping down from our roof and pooling on the floor by the steps.
• The woman sitting at a computer, with a gaping hole along the upper seam of the skirt. Through it, a pale vircose veined hip.
• The light through the window hits the red coat hanging from the baby carriage.Outisde, a truck drives by with a pink-red line running down its middle.

• The woman in the bright red sweater staring off blankly in space, lost in throught. Beside her, a younger woman in grey, smiling and alert.

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• The light pouring through the window seeping under the table,backlighting the table legs along with my student's legs.

• Behind teh lines of  wet hot pink shirts and sheets is a stooped woman in grey sweatpants and a faded blue sweatshirt, testing to see if they are dry.