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2001-03-08 But I had lost the pussy. It was so extremely small�half an inch long, less than half again as wide�and so colorlessly gray as to disappear against the many layers of gray clothes I was wearing. It was as if I'd dropped on eyelash on my leg�seemingly hopeless. I sat on the sofa, picking at my front, my lap, looking, looking. . .afraid to stand up lest it fall off me and get lost between the floorboards, down among the paper scraps and fugitive beads. When finally I found the pussy, which had lodged inside a blue jean fold around my knee, I fit it back in place. The pussy acted as a shutter; I missed the sunlight so I took it out again. This time, though, I was careful to glue it to one side, in case I ever have need of a fingernail-sized Zulu shield emblazoned with an all-seeing eye. |