(For Todd Colby and Jennifer Lazo.)
Mostly a person who walked around with a smile plastered on her face would be assumed to have something wrong with her. Except maybe Carol Channing. Even so.
In my town, certain people have obtained orange vests for the purpose of staying safe at intersections when they are begging. This is cheaper than feeding, clothing, or housing them. It has the added benefit of making them feel conspicuous. Some of us are men and some of us are women. Sometimes we are metal or diamonds. We are all people. Hungry and wanting. The more "cheeky" among us sometimes forget this.
I no longer have favorites. Desire and delight and fatigue fade in and out like a scrim at a play your mother took you to. What is being hidden and what revealed is something I could ask myself. Two things I could ask.
My small son wakes up and walks to the living room to sit in a box, saying, "All aboard." Calling after his father in the morning, he says, "Be safe. Don't be upset." He stops in the middle of breastfeeding to stick out his hand and say, "Nice to see you."