suspended in the humid air like some braided bird in flight br said braids flopping 'round my face br keeping the thick hair from my hot, sweaty neck br balancing my hands on br the grimy scraped-up floor in front of me, feeling br the blood rushing to my head br staring down at the upside-down world through br a translucent purple ball br anchoring my belly, my tanned splayed legs sticking br out behind me, right by br an upside-down toddler passing by, and he says br 'why are you doing that Gina? ' br 'because I want to' br then I came and wrote this on my bed near the br drip-dripping cool rain br through an open window br br nothing to do br just waiting for a 'morrowbr br gina prettybrowneyesbr br