Chaos under Construction

We hope for another five to eight years with them. The two girls are boss with Honey being top dog and the boy Nutmeg, seems to be a follower. He is the most affectionate though. Ginger has a white line down her nose that is dark all over her face but all gold lo her body. Honey is dark on the face and gold on the body. And Nutmeg is all gold and white. 

But nothing can make the heart going into overdrive faster than looking around and not remembering why you're there, how you got there, where you are, and a miriad of other questions come rapid fire into the brain.

But you can't ask. You can't speak. You don't understand the language.

You find a parking receipt in the cut off jean's pocket, keys, wallet, but no phone. You wander around the beach and the rocks until the key makes a horn beep. It takes hours and hours.

Stopped sweating. water. There's water in the truck. dizzy, sunburnt, the face is almost unrecognizable in the rearview mirror. Cut off jeans, a t-shirt, and bare feet. When was your last shower?

When was your last meal? Is it safe to drive? You know you are more south because of the sun and so you head north. Stop at the first gas station, fill up, buy water and bread.

Drive north, find a sign for a main highway and drive north.

Border guards. you find a whiteboard and marker in the truck to answer questions. Find a passport that is almost but not quite expired in the glove compartment after frantic searching. Slight panic about the knife on your back until you realize the sheath is empty. Brownsville seems like a familiar place. The brain is still not quite online.

Drive north, arrive during the night. Shower, long shower, oiled hair to attempt to de-tangle it. Re-shower, slowly comb it and rebraid it.