asleep

somehow slept through sunday. flattened down as if by a firm hand. the children came in and covered my floor with grass and letters. as if that fairy tale where the woman sleeps for a hundred years and she wakes up in thorns, wakes up to nothing she knew.

Tonny, one of the actors in our show, got a job heading PR for UNDP in Juba, Sudan. They vote for their independence from Northern Sudan in two months and his job is to interface between UNDP, the local gov't, the local people and the international community. He leaves next week so we saw him off Saturday.

a pork joint near Lake Victoria. A big hole in the ground, with brick and a grill and giant giant logs on fire in front of the grill. Not underneath. Underneath a giant hole so the pieces of pig can drip boiling grease. Dip pig in salt, in onion and eat. hot. A small shack by the side of the road full of people. We called ahead to place an order.

Then Lake Victoria and the sunset and the full moon rise. Full moon in the leaves of a palm tree. Lake Victoria huge like the sea. There are men fishing in low boats, thin sillhuettes against the islands. Small waves, and then bats. The water gets deep immediately. Is deep already. And in the dark, a thousand moths bash themselves against light bulbs, but we don't know their names.