16 July, 2004 - 10:20

Dirty, sweaty, tanned construction workers outside my window.

Dismantling their temporary world

of poles and long pieces of wood.

My favourite wears the red helmet,

a short, short muscle shirt

and I stare at a small

triangle of sweat between his

shoulder blades.

Using bodies

innocently,

naively.

They don't know what that means to me.