pinkelephant

The man slid a parcel onto her lap. When she didn’t respond, he gently folded pack the paper to show her the silver fish.

“This one swam here all the way from California…"

I stand on the frigid grass
and I look at the leaves with their silvered underbellies
in the wintry dawn.

Her image appeared like a beheaded Juno in the mirror. Her body looked soft, incongruously so. Flesh that would split at the slightest pressure.

I found myself pressed against the front door, straining to make out the black glitter of water. I could hear it creep up over the verge and across the open field…

It was in Mrs. McCall’s kitchen that I came face to face with my criminal tendencies.

The swimming pool.
Pristine, chlorinated blue
And just us two.

Dead kangaroos lined the road, lumped like discarded costumes after a masquerade.

We drove to his flat in a green ’85 Citroen. The passenger door had to be held shut.

The spider crouched, looking as wise and patient as a sphinx.