Monday, June 2, 2003

tossing and turning

he is etched in indigo.
dragons breathe fire over his collarbones. scaly serpents encircle his arms and legs. fantastic landscapes unfold along the ridges of his abdomen. the names of paramours and ports-of-call suggest a tale that would take weeks to tell.
the little girl behind him in the check-out line clutches her carton of milk, and her coins, mesmerised.
he catches her eye.
"amazing, isn't it?" he smiles, "it was a total surprise."
"when i woke up this morning," he continues pleasantly, "poof! - imagine! - i had been transformed!"
her eyes widen. she doesn't respond.
but how well will she sleep tonight?

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