May 3, 2010
Portugal with Maggots

i’m sitting in a little house at the top of a mountain. today i had lunch with my family- wine and salad. always wine. but this morning when i woke there were maggots all over the house. it seems that a couple of days ago my stepmother had left meat in the oven and forgotten. she is almost 80. she drops things, can’t see very well. but she’s fast, and smart and funny. we spent hours picking up maggots. they were everywhere! at first it was really gross. i couldn’t stand it and ran screaming for my father to help. there was a spider in my room. as big as my fist. he was tracking the maggots. hungry i’m sure. the three of us plus a friend of the family- fernandinho, a firefighter, a former lover of mine were picking up the maggots with sponges. it became funny. we joked about it. fernandinho made a joke about putting the maggots in my ear. my father translated it and i screamed and shook all over.