The Big Lunk
You
taught me the world.
What
a language. “But I
can’t
introduce her to
anyone
orange, the new
earth’s
underbelly,” he said,
trying
desperately to under-
stand
it all. The sea was
hissing
like a snipe. Each
piece
of furniture wore a
comb-over. And Once
Upon
a Time couldn’t find
Happily
Ever After, even in
this
tiny little hearth (and
what
an adorable hearth!).
Springs
and thistles and
forlorn
clogs filled all
space
all the time (which
is not the continuum we’d
always
imagined). Frank
seemed
to generally love
the
songs, but could never
come
clean, never break free
from
the seedy neighborhoods
of
the city that handcuffed his
tongue
to the small thatch of
hair
at the bottom of his back.
“It’s
my small,” said Frank,
always
knowing it was such
a
big deal to everybody who
bore
witness. It was larger
than anything at all, really.
