We are all in this Together
(from Prosthetic Amalgams)
It looks and feels
like batter, thick yellowish, slightly lumpy. We are thrashing about trying to
stay afloat. It is not easy even with the thickness of the slightly sweet substance
we are in. There is a downward pull, a sucking like quicksand, but we fight. A
child in a red jumper on the horizon is bobbing along. A black-haired woman somewhere
behind me struggles and keeps dipping and emerging, gasping for air. Two
teenagers to my left are oblivious as they play kissy-face. And now from above
a whirring like a helicopter as the blades of the beaters descend.
Kenny A. Chaffin – 1/23/2015
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