Water Snake
July 18, 2008
From the stony rumbling in my belly, through the sparkling ignition of the ring, right up to the flush; everything was right about this soil. The leading edge was tipped with a playful effervescence which gave way to a greased salami, shooting out and into the toilet bed like a water snake. As if to say ‘I’m done’, a small pebble assumed the role of the cherry and rested like a triumphant cock atop the dung heap.
