first week in her new apartment at one the famous buildings created by the mind of antonio gaudi:
the casa battlo,
gothic and surreal and tactile,
glowing blue at night from the uplights flowing up its walls.
afternoons spent floating in a pool,
the surface of the water full of movement,
as if from a david hockney painting,
water the same color as the clear summer sky.
she is sipping drinks made with curacao,
writing notes to her sisters all over the world,
nights spent writing her books by the eerie light of her computer.
she bought a small blue bird.
chirrupping from her cage,
her name is evangeline
azura has just begun to doze when the phone rings:
her sister. . .

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