Sheffield in the little home looks back and
forth over his dream. He thinks of a woman.
The people are in his room and they shake
the sheets but he doesn’t mind. He is already
leaving/falling. In the Airstream there is cool
desert. It gleams; he has pictures in the tiny
box. One of them is of Suzie. Many Suzies.
Always this face sliding up next to him
reading to him. She could be his daughter.
His mother. His father’s mother. His wife.
She says I am a good little girl. He hears his
granddaughter laughing in the next room.
The girl is stoned. She looks scared/not
scared. She is Diane Keaton/Faye Dunaway.
She is a Hippie seamstress. Designer of
great clothes and writer of books. She has
come a long way for this. She knows about
herbs. She can cook. She lives in the 70s and
has no husband. She writes in her journal.
She gets in the car and says I am ready. She
shows him the designs. Yes, she is ready.
She has flowers in her hair, and bellbottoms.
She says let’s go to the city. They will go to
the city. She is getting her first tattoo.