monster is a doG

Across the big laps of knees and legs and table legs and surfaces that were hard and flat and fleshy was the murmur of swift whispers that held themselves just so and were separate from her. The head was heavy on the neck and she dropped it and it fell on her chest and her chin hit bone through her bunny jumper and it was a hard feeling and it was like the shovel in the garden…against the step…in the sun. Her eyes watered and her ears bled red like her thumper. she would jump out of here she would fly. There was loudness coming out of her. The woman was there at her face down low looking into her eyes and sousing. Then the big face was gone and instead was a swim of soft fabric that was dancing and rustling and swaying above the mother’s legs and her for big just for grown up ladies shoes…that she wanted everyday yesterday to be her own ones. Then they walked away.

So she looked up and away herself and saw the sea of faces all turned to her and from their mouths came her name and there was patting of their knees and some reached forward and big hands that were like splinters but all over were there and made her to fly through the air and her legs dangled and flapped together and there was a little turn in the air like planes and then she landed and was home again. There was a big belly to lean against and the smell of leaves and soap just there and sunshine inside of something soft…she found her thumb and her eyes closed and she dreamed and listened to the rush of word wind.

When they had all went for a walk in the afternoon after the big dinner and the redroot that made a mess and before the big book she jumped at seeing a big spotted thing behind a fence for the first time. It made a loud noise. It jumped too. Up and down. Beee… quiet they said and the people growled at the big thing. And it woofed at her regardless...most strongly at her cause it had a lot to say to her and bigger than was her size and it knew more and was wet in its mouth with all its words and jumped but back when it did that.  And it stared at her but not properly because it was telling her something else inside woof. It is only a dog they said. But she wasn’t worried. She was one too.

She was leaning from things she was listening. There were many things to be told and the telling of them was the most of things all the day and the night too things were their telling towards her and she tried to go into the room and shut the door but she could not find it when they started talking which was always now more and more so she must find it before. Which had gone now like her birthday but there would be another one next year which was tomorrow, morning when you wake up. There were words for things and she could say them they told her and some things said their own name over and over by their sound and some by their shape and in and from some there was no answer.

She looked up and into the face and said (…) but the face looked at another face and then back to hers too late. This one had paper in his pocket and a thick pencil for her fist and she could hold them. It was there for her ...it was OK with this one she pushed at the pencil across her knee and it was a line of feeling like flying up but across under the skin. She said dog…dog and the big hand came off her thigh and took the pencil in her hand and her hand in his big one and she looked up he was with the other in his pocket and wrote

DOG.

The whoosh of legs got up then all around and the knees stood up strait and she was carried to the chair that was up high and she grabbed at the paper in the hand. And gestured towards the face the time was going away from from everything now, with her eyes, so bent.

Get the door said her mother and a big man smiled and left crashing into the walls of the hallway towards the ding dong person coming sound.

The big hand wrote O and went to lift chairs off of each other and didn’t look at her face again.  But nodded to the big ladies and smiled not a real smile at their faces but he was thinking of her dog she knew he made her a dog for her hand? To keep. And it told her things from the start. Hold me. And she did she squeezed hard on the paper and closed her eyes and screwed up everything and ate the word with her belly self and her mother then was at her face and saying soft things and placing hands and cloth around her neck and belly red hope it jumper.