Kites from India

40 KITES FROM INDIA SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE it says on the window in huge loopy letters. The redhaired owner in her 20's is draping and hanging bright suave paper kites from India, Japan, and tough thin skin Mylar, silvery clusters of bat kites shipped in from Wilmington via Taiwan. She has arrayed sticks of incense in bud vases— among too dear 2nd hand coats with fur collars, musty old lace dresses, peasant blousesshe keeps one like a tiny cattail in a tiny marsh smoldering smoldering 41 and goes on about faggots, and how welfare people (disused workers) 'should be put in a ditch and shot' quote unquote... And where shall we put you, you tidy parasite you choking odor when we cut you off what will we put you in where you belong ...