street fare

flesh in this country works in collusion with other flesh, not the body of the bearer. geometry is new, barely held by stretch fabric, exhibitionistic, so sexually agressive that it ceases to be about the heat. or the humidity. not so sexy though, except for the occasional accidental lolita, or teenage couple. americans really have mastered the art of being fully exposed and remarkably unerotic. kids huddle, women push strollers eating fried dough, bottoms half mooning out of denim shorts, men round and bouyant. one has small clasp buried in his bellybutton for inflation. in the event of a water-landing, use your fellow passenger as flotation device. everybody seems to have on more highly ornamental underwear than clothing, skin tones complemented. empire waist tube top smocks are popular, everybody, everybody, it seems is thinking about pregnancy this year, what with the war and the impending sense of population slice. the glory of the festival is food rather than drink. no one is drinking anything but sugar water. the people are all saying eat me before i eat you, etc.