This is a poster on 8th Avenue for some sort of floor.
Mum says the picture looks like me.
But it is not me.
A lady with a dog near London Terrace.
She has blue nail polish.
This is another of the dogs whose hair fell off.
This is Ian reading me a book.
We are on the street, but we feel comfortable anyway.
This is Camp Back Yard. This is my cousin Joba.
When we were driving here, we had to stop at
a 'scenic overlook' so Mum could throw
out some bath towels and stuff.
Going in the car upsets my stomach.
One day I will grow out of it.
I hope so anyway.