a little boy standing on the edge of a brick wall in his front yard. he knelt down to look at something — bugs, perhaps? black hair & slanted eyes & fair skin. he was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy denim shorts. he couldn’t have been more than 7. i imagined myself as a little girl so curious & content to just stand in my front yard and take in my surroundings.
–a neighborhood, somewhere between pasadena and home