DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, MOM + BROTHER, TORRENTIAL RAIN, REPTILES, PARTY.

i'm a high school student again. back in the dominican republic. and hey mom im mad at you. maybe. string of events and im mad. maybe. but it starts raining and i'm at the office talking to the ladies in administration. playground with pebbles. from here i see alligators escaping from the pond next to the library. torrential rain it's flooding, you see? i've got to do something about it or someone might get hurt. but im afraid, ok? mom, im afraid and the alligators are out someone will loose a limb. she is maternal now, she leads me across the playground towards reptilian chaos. wet pebbles little pools wet grass. they're out but they're only the size of a golf ball, see, and honey, we might as well put these miniature turtles away as well. i am disgusted it is like touching bread soaked in putrid waters. but i am also relieved, maybe mom isn't so bad anyway. my brother, a., is helping too now. we put these loosened reptiles away. a. tosses one my way. maybe. god damn it, this isn't very funny because miniature alligators and turtles are nasty, and im annoyed by all this slippery-ness, okay?

everywhere things are still marked with small pools, but the raining has stopped, and things are beginning to look fresh like melancholic spring the way it did in the secret garden. but dusk is creeping and the setting is not english manor. we go to a party where the house is Modern and very horizontal. it is all glass and concrete and steel but hey the landscape is celebrated the grass is still wet. so the house is very frank lloyd wright and mies van der rohe. it is a party but the setting is very dark it feels and looks the way the dominican republic does when it reaches 6 in the evening. i see all these kids from high school nicely dressed in collared shirts and khaki pants having a good time making out silly with a little alcohol. mom knows everyone, she goes away to talk to someone. i sit in the tv room, the furniture is all very Modern too. black leather and sleek metal. there are people making out but i see a boy who used to like me sulking at the corner. i haven't seen you in so long. we used to discuss edgar allan poe and existentialism and death a lot. i don't remember your name anymore.j