Long, long ago someone once described my eyes as Poop Brown. I think she was mostly joking, but you know what they say about jokes being half-truths. I was offended. Not about the Poop part but because she was too lazy to reach for another adjective. I know Brown is Brown, but what about Fallen-Leaf Brown or Bicycle Rust Brown or Newborn Fawn Brown or Seal Brown? Even Chocolate and Chestnut would have worked because those are pretty obvious.
So it surprised me when this guy I didn’t even know said I have a ring of hazel around my eyes. A little green, he insists. But I refuse. No, no, just Poop Brown. I think he’s trying to flatter me because he wants to kiss me. Everyone has a motive. Why else would you compliment a stranger’s eyes?
Seal Brown might be more like it. Two big, black perforated holes, slicked back by water.
This afternoon K and I were walking down 21st and 5th and even though it was ninety degrees and completely sunny, the sky ruptured with rain. No one around us could believe it. Where is that coming from, an air conditioner? Is that rain cloud only above us? Some people just stopped and stood, question mark. Stared right into the bright passing sky trying to figure it out.
