Curtis kissed a boy.

Just this morning I pretended everything was real, just once.

Mother folded the socks over themselves in neat balls like a dung beetle and placed them

on top of the 28 year old Maytag dryer. And in this there was pride.

Pride in the accomplishment of neatness. Of Recovery. Of making out of the simplest

thing, fortune or for the lost, a way home from some strange land. Gulliver would be

proud had he not been so damn large; had he not urinated when he needed to beg.

Curtis kissed a boy and his father found out and told my mother which, with my

educated self, I drew analogy to the great flood: A horse. Two ducks. A kangaroo. No,

scratch the kangaroo. I saw how the big males run through the Australian towns

knocking over precious things and scaring the s**t out of everyone. You can't

have that kind of foolishness on an Ark. So I tried to explain that they were in love,

yet  a book was the only reference they could find.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Interestingly complicated, simple everyday life involving chores and insinuatingly terrifying recover, Gulliver, the fireman, giant porcelain smashing kangaroos relentlessly searching for china shops, and Curtis kissed a boy. Well, how about you Curt?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh my god, how that throws everything into a tizzy...life is supposed to be uncomplicated,the same...the 28 year old dryer...different colors come out in the wash...and Curtis did what?

oh my,that ruffles feathers...but people are who they are...and those who love really don't choose whom they love...it just happens...sometimes out of the dryer those socks don't quite match, yet they do.

[h d e rushin]

to quote the last line of Plath's "the babysitters"......."everything has happened".

[Cory Barrett]

I think it's time to put the book on the shelf for it bit.

[h d e rushin]

thank you cory for stopping by my friend....dana