14. i tried to take a photo of the desert in the wind, after i had jumped off the plane
i tried to take a photo of the desert in the wind, after i had jumped off the plane, but my long permed hair blew straight onto my thick lipstick, dragging a bright red streak across my face, i reached into my pocket for a tissue to wipe it off, as the hovering kite, that had been within range of the shot, in the wide blue sky over the outback scrub, quietly flew off, i tried to follow its course of direction, then my fragile necklace with the marcasite cross got caught up in the camera strap & snapped, it slipped off my neck & fell down into my bra, i felt around for it down in there for awhile & produced the chain, but the cross had got hooked on the lace, the mulga trees fell quickly out of focus, a cloud passed beneath the sun that shone directly into the lens, as one of my silver hoop earrings fell off, i tried to capture it as it fell down, into the crevice between my painted toenails & my high heeled sandal, when i got back on the plane my pantyhoes got caught on the camera case & laddered right up the side of my left calf, but it was okay as i had brought a spare pair, that we tucked away in my handbag, with my compact mirror & mascara, & then my hands got cold & my silver pentacle ring slid off my little finger & dropped down behind a reclining plane seat, then my watch battery ran out & i never got to take that photograph |
