I was alone in the middle of a blue desert - that peculiar blue I associate with food coloring, frosted eyeshadow, and prescription pills. There were western larches all around, but the forest wasn't real. It was faint, insubstantial, a hologram or maybe a film. When I got close to the branches, I could see the needles were actually tiny glass tubes, like christmas lights or eyedroppers, filled with manuka honey.
No one knew where I was, or how to find me, except for you. You balanced a GPS device on your palm, reading its screen as you walked, and I got the impression you were tracking the needles. You found me, and then we were walking through the sand. I remember you reaching up and brushing blue grit from your face. It left a glittery pigment on your cheek, like blush.
Comments (1)
You convey texture in this so well, Karrie. I can feel the slick crispness of the glass needles, the crumbly sandiness (is that a word?) of the blue. This is so lovely.
Posted by dewi | December 13, 2003 10:52 AM
Posted on December 13, 2003 10:52