Monday, November 01, 2010

Thousand: One Hundred Eighty-One

man and the boy are carrying you. What are they going to do, waft you down to the end of the world and toss you over the edge? You remember those paintings of ships toppling down the great waterfall the oceans come to at the edge of a flat earth. Lying on air, even paralyzed, isn’t a bad deal, really. Makes one sleepy. A cat curls up on your belly next to a curly-haired little dog. The cat, eyes squeezed shut, purring, kneads away with its forepaws and through your sweater the pricks of claws tickle your skin. The dog


Elisabeth said...

I know the feeling of cat's claws through skin. It's a mixed blessing.

Glenn Ingersoll said...

If there's enough buffer it's fun to watch. Otherwise, kind of ouchy.