PUREWATER -- apologuePUREWATER -- apologue by *iscariotic
once upon a time there was a house with thirty-four bottles of bleach lined up underneath the bathroom sink.
tiles white and walls washed over, the windows were blanked with newspaper rubbish-- a white jugged mosaic crossed with blue plastic labels dominating the walls of the tiny living room that a reclused boy and his cadaver of a sister called home.
he stocked them stoic, set them in line-- the forty-seven bottles under the kitchen sink proving three short for the week.
"one more hour today," he'd always say. "and then you'll be better tomorrow."
laid up and tied down by her very longlived specimenship, she counted. the bott
Bird on the WireLately when I talk to my parents on the phoneBird on the Wire by ~pearlingrain
my mom thinks the hummingbird in my voice
is pecking at her, so she hangs up the line.
I listen until I hear the dial tone on my side
and thats when the hummingbird flies away,
back to the treebranch left of my shoulder.
Then, my throat is a garbled empty nest
and thats when the whole laughing-crying
business starts in.
My one self sobbing shudders of tears.
My other self chickadee-fucking-cackling
at how stupid, how incredibly infantile.
After a while, my body gets tired of all of this
and I fall asleep, hands like talon