I’m thinking soon to do a WP hiatus, six to twelve months, to work on a book of short stories. Here is one I’ll likely include; it’s first version is four or five years old, but I will do some minor polishing. I’d been thinking about the shitshow that dating has become in the web era, especially for young people who never experienced a purely un-virtual adolescence. Then… I had a strange dream that night, similar to this sci-fi lite tale, situated in the middle of the 2030s.
they sat together by chance
afternoon train to Denver
he pondering his prospects
she wearing her being like a want ad
from lip gloss down to nail polish
fingers almost at rest on her phone
they were confessing recent foibles
casual ventures since some poignant ex
all estimated in shiny cheer
he bites an apple with a false lust
she mentions that apparently,
… she’s a good kisser
no — he groans inside, that’s doubtful
a good kisser would know it
minus need for external say so
from her tongue down to her opening
a good kisser would know
_______RS
[ Image : from a fluff piece about lip shapes ] (link)
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she kept a therapist’s sofa in her living room
backed by a dark oaken bookcase
mantled with a spill of white orchids
sizing me like sentient vaginas
Read On…
I heard that story, a month ago, about some radio station in Ohio or somewhere proclaiming they’d banned any further airplay of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” due to its supposedly Neanderthal take on #me-too morays. Don’t really like the song that much, but my gut reaction was to organize a marathon podcast featuring every cover of the song I could find. Then a dream came a few nights later, resolving the matter in a different direction. Adapted below… it takes place probably somewhere in the mid 2030s.
Occasionally something impels me to puzzle through some enigma enclosed within a vignette from my youth, and invariably I turn to writing as the method. But once I start to immerse, I lose some control and it becomes more like managing a kite in a gale than steering a ship into the memory banks.
-ONE-
think I saw her 4 times
very first time, I kissed her mouth
completely unlike me
Read On…
_______RS
[ Drawing: Honey Baraparte, “Get Inspired” ] (go see her work)
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