foreskin

Jet Age

• A strange muffled headache under a boiling grey sky.

• A two legged dog (his front legs replaced by little wheels) squeaks slowly across an almost empty parking lot.

• A man sits weeping in his car.

• Far below the sewer grate a large trilobite-like creature thrashes in dark, oily liquid.

• High above the clouds, people on a plane are folding up their newspapers, getting ready for lunch. The cabin soon fills with the odor of unwashed foreskins.

• “You call this food?,” somebody remarks. Most of the passengers eat it anyway, shoveling it into their mouths with  clear plastic forks.

• The silence afterward is awkward.

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