Saturday, August 23, 2008

The Ephemeral Best



Yesterday, a stranger in a houndstooth
scarf grabbed me by the scruff of the

neck and said: "The only reason I exist
is because it feels like someone keeps

licking my heart
." Before my eyes, the
stranger began to look less and less like

a man. Instead, he began to resemble a
collection of appendages. Then he began

to resemble a smattering of accessories,
floating in the fabric of spacetime. Then

he began to fade away. Then I began to
fade away. When I finally came to, I

was laid out upon a collapsible stretcher.
A girl in a toile skirt was purposefully

straddling my chest; she held a golden
defibrillator, and was licking her lips.

She told me to calm down, or else. I
decided to listen to her, since up until

then, trusting strangers had always sort
of worked out for the ephemeral best.

1 comment:

Mujer Zeta said...

Interesting word, houndstooth. I had to look it up.

I love all this:
Before my eyes, the
stranger began to look less and less like

a man. Instead, he began to resemble a
collection of appendages. Then he began

to resemble a smattering of accessories,
floating in the fabric of spacetime. Then

he began to fade away. Then I began to
fade away.

Clicked your link at Poetic Asides. I've enjoyed browsing through your site and reading your poetry. However, it's difficult reading the white text over the yellow background.