there is so much. soooo much . so many flashes from the many lives i have led until now. lives that sometimes cross each other when the past comes for dinner and reminds me of terraces and small babies and newness and espresso and gaulois cigarettes. the market on saturday mornings with papa. "monsieur, est-ce qu je peut goutter un bout de saucisse?" i'll take two dozen for 10 francs. prendre l'apéro ce soir? beaux arts. queen latifa and me. and our little melon heads who grew up all of a sudden.

and queen latifa visits the doctor today for an exploratory on something that hurts her when she visits her lover. and i think about our lives and see flashes through the haze of smokey days not so far away. and i hope.