she is very small. and squat. with wide, fat-padded hips. if she knelt down in the right way, she would look like a bullfrog ready to spring.
at the moment she looks exactly this, having knelt down, searching desperately for something in her purse. it is a nice purse. were it not, were it a garbage bag or something of the sort, you might think she was a bag lady. i mean, you might think she was crazy.
tissues, pennies, lipsticks, little ibuprofen bottles are flying everywhere. she is yelling at someone...an invisible person?
ah, the bluetooth.
let us look closer.
one of those short haircuts that say "respectable older woman." bowl cut on top, near crew cut in the back. a little tadpole tail at the nape of the neck.
she is not only this. she is not only this time and place. she is other things to other people, to herself. but right now she is this. and i wonder how she feels about it, what she thinks of it...
it's amateur hour
