Scissors and spackle Sandra Florence

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Sandra Florence


I see a man’s shadow moving and forth in the room behind my A woman is in the yard screaming at I notice when I step my back porch.

  There are olives and huge rotting all over.  They fall off the all night and land with a on the cooler or roll down the and land with a soft on the deck below.  As I sweep, the screams, and I’m tempted to the cops.

You think you’re a man.  Go on and spend your on drugs and your old lady.  such a man.  I’m kill you for runnin me outta my you… on and on.  I go inside and against the window frame.

  My feels heavy.  I try to listen.  I know why.  Her noise on for thirty minutes.  The man she’s at keeps saying things his breath.

Lady, I didn’t. that wasn’t my fault. He paces.  She screams.  Come on, such a man. Come on out she yells, challenging him.

  gonna hafta wait for that, lady, he says and pacing.  Now he’s standing in of the mirror and splashes his face what looks like shave or cologne.  He has something a hammer attached to his back.

  hard to tell what it is in the dim I begin to hear the helicopter its way through the afternoon sky.  The arrive and I hear a knock on his

  The woman is silent now.  Who is it? he innocently.


He splashes his once more then toward the door.


The boy on the red bicycle past me quickly.  It’s The sun is going down.  He is looking for I’m walking my dog through the smelling food, barbecued beans, cilantro.

  I never in the evening without my dog.  I get back to my street, there he is another boy.  Their bikes are parked together, around each other.

  As I they press their together and turn their to me, concentrating, examining something, to light something.

A young man saunters to the OK Market to use the phone.  The family who lives in one of the row houses me pulls up in their old Chevy El which is laden with two sofas.  The car barely moves the alley to its destination rocking side to side like a in a storm.

I’m alone Trying to live alone for the time in my life.  Last for the third night in a row, I of my ex.When I woke up, it was still and I was sweaty and hot even though the fan was on my back.

  I felt sick, an in my throat and a painful cry I wanted to let But I couldn’t cry, so I turned and went back to sleep and again.


The tailor who next door is from His name is David. He refuses to English although he knows more of the language than he In his red-curtained living room,

he sews beautiful gowns for and weddings.  He is the model for all his gowns.  He carefully in front of the mirror to sure the material is perfect.  The the white-lace collars, the taffeta must be perfect for his customers.  the young girl comes to her new gown, he is a little depressed.

  He here five years ago by without family.  Sometimes he a postcard from home.  He very happy when he the card sitting on his front with his dog Bobby.

  He dresses up and out on Saturday nights and if I see him, I and say, You’re going out He smiles, puts his hands on his twists back and forth and with a laugh, disco, He has very black wavy with a few threads of silver in it.

  He is than he looks.  Sometimes he to live with a lover for a few but he always returns to his little bringing his dog.  One lover a fence for the dog.  He worked hard in the hot sun and David brought him to drink and supervised the work.

  the fence was built, the lover David says he won the lottery.

I’m getting angry the money situation. Working so all the time and there is never money to go out and buy the things I need.  I had to out if I can buy a dog brush for my dog or a towel rack for the

  It’s the same old thing week, and it’s not getting any

Driving down south 4th I pass an abandoned Mexican It looks gutted, blackened, A boy and girl are standing at the phone nearby.  The girl is on the phone and the boy is a baby girl.  The boy’s is waist length and black.

  The wind whips the long of his hair around his face and He is wearing blue jeans. No The child clings to his white

  And the boy’s face is the same as the as they watch the storm and wait for the girl to end her conversation.

A man drives by and blows me a kiss.  At men pull up in front of my house and off the car lights.  Waiting for someone who has they want.  Sometimes a woman.  She strolls out into the speaks through the car window.

  it’s a man who arrives in another There are signals, gestures, I don’t understand.

I sit and watch the in their lullaby, watch the van up to the curb and the lights go out.  no driver.  I never see the driver, but I see the and her pale hair as she steps the curb and into the dazzling of the street.  It rises to greet

  And she is always running.  She stumbles past my house toward a man milky bones will apart when she touches


When I leave the this morning, a man is lying on the with his head propped up on a pad.  He is curled in the fetal and as I pass, his dog begins barking.  The dog has a red around its neck.

  The man doesn’t move.  I study him for a His nails are black with and very long.  His wiry grazes the sidewalk, pine and gravel stuck in it.  are no apparent wounds.

  Children on their way to school.  The man down the comes out and waters his lawn and his end of the sidewalk.  I think perhaps will come and take him No one does.

  When I return later, he is still there.  His dog up at his head to protect him.

I go inside and look around at my At the new things I’ve added to the A red bamboo fan.  A Zuni An Apache burden basket.  The is still empty.

  A friend and asks how I like my new neighborhood, and a laugh, if I’m ready to yet.  She chatters on about her new system and how safe she feels on the eastside.  I see David through my so I make an excuse and get off the phone.

He is at work this afternoon.  I can hear him laughing.  Right now he is on a beautiful taffeta skirt, blue with a dark border.

  He comes out on the porch and around in a circle.  The wind the hem of the skirt.  He goes back

  I see mothers and daughters and an occasional going in and out of his house.  I hear speaking loudly in Spanish and

Sometimes a beautiful boy drops by for advice.  There is something and cozy about his home.  I good that he is my neighbor.  He his curtains pulled back.

  are a red and white floral design, old, something from the I can remember having those in my house as a child.  Maybe are my family’s curtains.  I feel anything is possible here.

  He has the fan on and I can the soft hum of it and the buzz of the sewing late into the night.

A very muscular woman a tight white skirt and red heels crosses the street to under the light.  Her dark is bleached out to a red gold color.  It flame under the lights.

comes out on his porch. We watch. is something strange in her movements.  Not female.  I look at David He shakes his head and says, es una muy dura.


The first day I in here, I saw a young man hoist up on the adobe wall and slip a tiny back window of the behind me.  My dog barked The man seemed to know the place.

  I there not knowing what to do, my friends’ warnings about neighborhood, break-ins, burglaries, and remembering my own insistence upon in a “real” neighborhood.  I dialed The cops kept me on the phone they dispatched someone.  I saw the cops across the street at the address going through the

  People were coming out of homes and staring.  I wanted to To stay safely tucked my house, but I had to go out onto the porch and over here, on this behind me.  Six cops ran the street, their holsters and flapping and surrounded the little I went back inside and

  Soon a burly, red-faced rang my bell.

It was the woman’s he reported in monotone.  I couldn’t if he was irritated or amused.  A bushy concealed his lips.

Oh, I said foolish.

It’s okay, he me.  Things like happen all the time around The neighbors watched me from porches.  David smiled. I inside. The bell rang This time it was the young

  As I walked to the door, I thought, why I just mind my own business?  have I done now?  I the door and he smiled.

“Thanks for callin the cops.  I keep my and stuff at my mom’s cuz where I it would get ripped off.

Uh, I the police didn’t hassle I said trying to sound

No, but they gave my friend a time cuz he has a gun, but it’s man, it’s registered and My name is Ernie.  He extended his I took it for a moment, and he backed

A few nights later, I’m on the watching the moon and the inky sky and the hookers working 6th Avenue.  He up in his Chevy, gets out and comes up to the At first I don’t recognize

Hey, it’s Ernie.  Did you see the he asks.  I shake my head.

crazy dudes set my brother’s on fire, man, right there” and he points to the alley to my house.

“I didn’t see anything. I got home.”

“I’m gonna get em. He heading back to his car.

Be I say and my words are blown away in a wind.

He pulls his noisy into the alley.  The car grinds, and throws sparks of flame burn up into the gauzy air.  Men freeze.  Boys Women come to the edge of and listen.

  A siren.  Crying.

Tonight David is sitting in of his house talking with a man in a The moonlight hits their as they speak in a language I can pretend to understand.  The man in the wheelchair at me and offers his hand.

  I try to remember my Spanish.  Como esta I ask David about material.  for my windows, I tell him, so passing can’t see in.  He and nods his head yes.

I into the darkness and look out at the Try to get comfortable.  Try to understand my neighbors, movements, their arrangements. the girl again.

  She’s a yellow dress tonight. She toward the street. I don’t how she can stand up, she’s so drunk.  But got some guy hooked.

  He’s his Toyota truck for her and she can’t be than fifteen.


In the beside me, the woman in her barrio slams the door.  Somebody’s to get it.  She whips out of the alley gravel.  She’s at the wheel words that can kill.

  Her husband makes it home with inky blue and a scar.  This has been on for some time now.  The starts.

Shut-up, shut-up.

No, not gonna shut-up. The voices They do this every No one interferes.

  Men pass in the alley holding bottles of beer, a shuffle through the dark, creasing their palms and faces. The infant sleeps sobs.


A Tarantula appeared today hissing its way the yard and landed on the patio where it made itself I reached out my back window a can of Raid House and Garden and the nozzle.  The huge bug was immediately in the white vapor.

  It retreated sputtering its way up and over the fence and out of the to find a place to recuperate.

getting used to strangers and the man asking, Hey, is that dog of really vicious?

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Yea, I she’s real mean.  And the guy says,

I’ll bet she ain’t as as me once I cut loose.  They across the street. Street Getting up off the sidewalk.  It’s too hot to lie there riding a tidal of heat.

  And the lonely voice of a at my back window. She’s for her fix.  Her blue eyes into a stare of dust, and the metallic buzz of cicadas.

  And crazy man comes by while still on the porch and stops at the and starts jiving.

Jemme she me she me do parlez vous franz sez a You bark one mo time I’m burn yo nose off,  he pointing his cigarette at my dog. dog fine? he asks.

Yes, fine. I tell him.

FINE, he demands blankly.  I him down hoping he’ll interest and walk away.  I’m but there’s a fence and gate us. Finally, he puts his hand up and “Awright, awright, I’m goin” and he out into the middle of the street and there waiting for a car to hit him.  One pulls up alongside him, and he his jive talk again.

  The car its engine then speeds I take this opportunity to go


In the middle of the night, the behind me moves out. I wake up there is a stillness in the a certain lack of pressure and The windows are completely empty, and I over the fence into the where shafts of morning hit the bare floors and dirty Voices screaming and objects and the infinite whine of the TV are gone.

I a deep breath, inhaling the

Each morning I get up in front of people who are trying to learn and ask, what did you do yesterday?  We go the room. They have by boat in the night, been by sea pirates, had loved ones and killed, escaped terrorists and the mountains in Afghanistan to get here.

  I hear their stories, it me wonder how I got into this It makes discussing How To Use Would In Conversation seem ridiculous.


I think about the in the yellow dress today.  She into someone’s CRX, with a red stripe along the big, husky tires, windows.  The license plate CROOZE -6.  They around the corner and down the in the heat.  It’s 12:00 and getting hotter.

  Later, I see a woman at the corner.  She’s got red hair and she’s wearing and a black muscle shirt.  I to scream at her to go home, to stop and I want to ask where the girl in the dress is, but I can’t.

Instead, I at her and the car in voiceless rage.


There is a man in the house behind mine.  I when I go into the kitchen.  I can see his arm up and down along the wall as he’s painting.  I have my open because no one has been there for some time.

  I been moving around the naked, feeling relaxed. I if he has actually seen me. How long has he watching?  As I shaved my legs?

  As I at the bathroom mirror combing out my wet I go into the closet and put on some I walk back into the ignoring him, pretending not to hoping he’ll disappear, I quickly pull the curtain the window and turn out the light.

  My is beating hard.  I sit there for a till it slows down.  I an urge to take the hose and water all over his fresh job.  Or go to the fence, pull up to it so I’m eye level with him and stare.

  When I look out the window, he’s gone.

A carefully unlatches my front runs the full length of the grabs the clay pot with and dashes back down the and disappears.   At one o’clock in the morning, a unlatches my front gate and into the yard so quietly my dog hear.  He moves from to window hoping to see something.  returning from the disco, at the man, salia, ella es mi The man hurries from the yard.

  The come. The helicopter hovers. A is made. My dog and I sleep through it

The next morning, David me the story and describes the man — Mexican, wearing a red-plaid and walking with a limp.

The wind rattles the trees the fragile panes of an old adobe.  I out to an ancient house of stone and a man emerges from inside.  The are boarded up and look like an billboard waiting for a message.  The man into the hot dark of Saturday

  Beer bottles, cans and bags are tossed out car windows and the vacant lot by the house.  Shattered in grass.  Low-riders move and fat-tired trucks bump

  Night welds itself to the sky as car dance down the man’s


Every morning now awakened by the sound of hammering, They are remodeling the row of adobes me, men on the roof lifting, shouting, each other, spitting in the wind.

Every night the young go to work and the old women, too.  The and not so pretty.  One blonde woman was on the for a while, but the other day she passed my and I could see she was pregnant, and I heard her the man she was with, when the baby older, we’ll switch him milk to juice.


Two dodge the cops walking way up OK Market.  One of the women is wearing short cut-offs.  Her ass sags, partially out of her jeans.  She has a tough on her face, tense and business-like.

  The woman, tall and gangly in her shorts and tank top, is in her movements, more relaxed.  make their way down 4th hurrying to find a place to


The young prostitute in the alley holding a pair of jeans. It’s the girl of the dress.  She keeps looking at holding them up to the evening waiting for them to dry.  She me pick up trash that she and her have dropped during the

  I wonder what she thinks of me and my which is completely futile along the alley.  She smiles at me as I close enough to see her face.  She is so and doll like.  Her brown body blows in the wind and a shadow across my own in the furious of the evening.  Blue light.


A heavy tropical of a Caribbean song or a windy from the Cape Verde I hear the clanging of bells and Someone is sitting in his car in the alley the music as loud as he wants.  For a the bells and drums intrude on the Big Movie I’m watching.

  I it’s the neighbors, but when I my back door, the engine up and the driver cruises on down the Bells, cymbals, drums to a soft hum.

It’s The neighborhood is quieting down.  I go inside and move closer to the for air, for a taste of water so far this desert.  I turn my to the windy side of the window and out.

  Stars bristle my cheek.  The sky looks like the sea upside-down.  There are a few clouds.  The is frosty and cool-looking even in heat.

  Light falls everything, the gold bicycle, the fence, the garbage cans, the cat, and the woman stepping darkness into the street.

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MIA ELECTRIC Mia Electric 18kW Auto 3dr / Electric (av UK mix)
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