A Blonde Dream

The worm has blond. It runs down its body like a yellow thread. The fish holds blond in its mouth like a gold coin. (until the hook comes and tears it out) In the morning sun the birds sing only blond.1

Once there was a blond mother and father, with two blond daughters. This family lived in a two story house with a wonderful lawn, and sturdy white fence. Most of their days went the same. The parents would be out working hard on their different projects. The youngest daughter would be busy playing close to home gathering flowers, and running in circles. While the oldest daughter spent most her time out of sight in the woods.2

In a mirror with thick shadows the mother looked almost new. But in a clear yellow light her face was seen as turning in on itself, features melted down like a candle. Being blond had not been easy for her. Yet if anybody had cared enough to ask how she was doing she was practiced and ready to say. "My ankles, both feet and one knee are still quite blond." 3

Now the father's head was hard, and smooth like a stone in a stream. The pressures of the world pushed and squeezed his blondness down having it hang somewhere inside him like a lemon icicle. The mother would often tell him, " Calm down, please. It's okay. Calm down." He couldn't.4

The youngest daughter flung her blondness on the world like paint. It would fly out in all directions as she ran giggling and flapping her arms. She lived in happy self importance, as if she had an endless supply of blond. This worried the mother, and many times she thought of telling her. " Be careful with what you have, because it is all you have." She knew the little girl wouldn't have understood.5

The older daughter had difficulties and complaints with things. Her feelings were hot embers, her thoughts smoke, and when this mixed with young pure blond everything in her life became angry and unsure. The mother would tell her. " Go on, don't fight it, be glad. Be happy in your blondness." The girl couldn't. 6

The parents worked very hard on their lawn. On her knees in the grass and dark dirt the mother would be mending, smoothing down, pulling together, while the father was busy digging up rocks, pulling out weeds, trimming branches. Once in a while the weather would become ugly, and unkind, and begin tearing at the lawn. At such times the parents would stand at the windows, angry, and nervous as their different labors were being erased away. When the weather stopped the mother and father would gather their tools and go outside to fix what they could. If the lawn had broken loose and rolled up like a sheet of paper the mother would roll it back out, and pin it down. She'd stroke the bent flowers up to their full posture, and drip blondness on collapsed plants. The father would yank out what was broken, repair the fence where damaged, and if there were branches blown down he would burn them. There was a steady ebb and flow of pain and pleasure for the family with nothing extreme ever visiting them. 7

Then one day something very frightful and amazing happened. Stick like creatures had come up out of the woods close to the families lawn. It had something to do with the oldest daughter, she having made some very bad mistake in regards to these creatures. It seemed she had invited them into her life. The youngest daughter didn't understand what was going on so asked, " What happened? Why is everyone so sad?" No one would tell her. 8

Then it got worse. The stick creatures pushed down the fence and walked onto the families lawn. They ate or stepped on all the different objects of labor, while the family stared out the window in fright. After the lawn was destroyed the creatures walked to the house, put their stick limbs up against the walls and began pushing. Inside the family was in a panic, running in circles. The father was overwhelmed. He shouted, " Did someone fall out of the window?" It was all unclear. They clutched each other, heads down, holding tight as if they might squeeze themselves into one common pool. The family prayed out loud to keep from hearing these dark creatures, with the youngest daughters prayer speaking for them all. "Oh let me stay blond, and safe." The family cried in agreement to this. And in this invasion of their blond dream by stick creatures, and shadows crying out was all they could do, saying, "Please. Please. Please." Until it was over.9