we are at party that spans blocks in a city
we break away, flirting
enter a door, one that is not part of the festivities, but otherwise not blocked
it is a fancy bulding with colorful marble everywhere.  the security misses us as we pass through
we decend stairs. each landing as beautiful in color palette as the one previous
we enter a door and there are people in there. cleaning crew.  they say it's alright you should enter
we are welcomed and they  mention my lazy eye
they are warm and inviting. one of the women says she can fix my eye.  she is surrounded by fashion illustrations.
there are children there now
we are entertaining the children and otherwise losing track of ourselves.
we are taken back into the back ally - it seems we have found an alternative block party

taken into their world -- separated. take our bags.  then paraded to be assessed. let free.  they try and turn us against each other.  set us free, but say we will be watching

i am assistant teaching a class and one of the kids is the student and the teacher reprimands me for being prejudice.  i say you have to ahve expereienced this every year. and then the take over happens.
and i am left, and eric is taken and they get a flock of blackbirds to send word. which i smash out of the sky. with the exception of one tucan

and one black bird who gets away
and i bring eric back and rachel
and david byrne applauds the performance
the toucan baths in a river down stream

"a small gift" a lladro,  a thank you to our mistress for the performance.  it is a with a sleigh, inside a fallen bambi, legs sticking straight up and out. you find a place in the back of a cupboard to display it.

i am peter pan.  david and eric in the other room, they are going to check out some of his new paintings, a gaugin. you are delighted to see. they invite the mistress. isn't danielle a painter? he asks and you say no and leave me behind to eat bread with a kid (who is not evil.)

i am in a car headed to a movie - the driver is evil - i catch a girl on the street looking long and hard at his face with a look of horror and concern.  when i look up in the rearview he is adjusting his nose. these girls who are my friend try and make me go to the other movie but i stick with the original plan.
i sit next to a guy who kisses my cheek and feeds me popcorn
are you gonna watch the movie or what?
al called and she needs help with the topcoat
her breath sounded like nothing i've ever heard before

on the bow of a ship i lay on my back
a blue book
a box of craypas
a sketch book and a speaker
it is the edge of the break of day and the hills are speckled with lights
we edge towards red rocks
a man, local as he is ancient
hunts in a puddle
for a fish
with a spear

we enter the canyon the ocean water has carved. an in let of red stripes like fingers on each side.  it is magnificent.  mud drips on my body from the roof of a cavern. it is rich with shit of the ages. so red it's grey and i am covered from head to toe.

i sneak back in and am over looked by older men as i undress. mud still covers my skin, my face, my hair.  I am capturing everything on my phone, which allows me to see behind, farther than my eyes

women with their daughters, mothers teaching their trades.  tending to tailless cats and small small horses
i show my mom the way my mud mask has dried.  it peels off in chunks despite my best efforts to keep it on.  i want to show her my transformation.

his acting persona on the phone is a dramatic difference from the one he uses with me
a dial turning between roles