bobos

nobody would like them if they didn't have feet.
they've got beady yellow eyes (truly), spotted brown and white heads and awkward blue leggings that they pop upwards, delicately, to get her attention. but lots of birds do this. many of them attract womanly plumage to the often more flashier version, of themselves. so that the females can look at the other and say, i am beautiful?

bobo means stupid in spanish. he is a clumsy fool on the earth of the coastal seas, but with a dive into depth, he is as graceful as any penguin you ever saw. if you've seen one. maybe at the zoo once.

this is the dance of the blue-footed booby. fascinating creatures of God. he cocks his blue foot upward toward the sea and she sees its blue, like he. it's blue! it's blue! not red! not red! i am no impostor booby. from the coasts of california to the islands of galapogos! i am blue. here for you.

he arcs his back, his torso upwards too, presenting himself. a high pitched whistle emits from him. his feet bounce at her. she wobbles her feet at him too as if to say, yes, i think i am blue too actually.

i pad my feet with the ground. the earth is mine.

beautiful blue boobies.

i take showers

showers have always been boxy experiences.  ever since we moved to the apartment, showers meant glass and tile blue box set beside toilet and cream walls. before this, i was tiny.  my only memories of not boxy shower, lie in photo albums of slumber parties at my grandmother’s home with joyful plastic bath toys, and loving hands that shampoo your small head, in her small yellow house. 

when we lived in the apartment, we had a cat.  a secret cat that the manager didn’t know about.  when she had to go to the vet we would shove her into that hard plastic adobe colored cat-carrier and cover it with a towel.  then, you walk quietly out the door with it, pretending what you are doing is normal apartment behavior, and once the howling starts to sound deadly from around your thigh, you bolt. 

but there was no good place to put the litter box for this cat.  but we happened to have two bathrooms. let the cat poop in the bathroom, too?  as fate would have it, one of these had a bath tub.

for eleven years, spot pooped in the bathtub.