Then she sucks of a big piece of chocolate. D. J. Waldie - from Holy Land 80 My house is largely a void. The emptiness is not just in the span of the rooms or in the attic and foundation spaces. All the walls are hollow, too. Houses in Southern California are built as sketchily as possible, while still able to shed rain.
Walls are a thin, cement skin over absence.
Roofs are important her, but only when it rains. The rest is for modesty. The houses on my block have been painted so often that the grains of sand in the surface of the stucco have begun to disappear. Last Thanksgiving His Ford Explorer swung into our driveway. His muscles reflected autumn's glow.