Jul/Aug 2010 Salon


by Stanley Jenkins

Artwork by Costel Iarca

I stood outside myself.

I had bite marks on my forehead.

I asked myself, "How did I get bite marks on my forehead?"

And I said to myself, "You bit yourself."

"I bit myself on the forehead?"

And I said, "You stood on a stool."

Later on I was in a leaky lifeboat.

It was the latest of many.

Apparently, all the lifeboats were leaky.

But every time I needed one, a new one would appear.

It was just one leaky lifeboat after another.

Like it just wasn't ever going to be any different.

Meanwhile the sharks were circling.

I stood outside of myself.

Mostly though, I was just kind of freaked out by how much my hairline had receded.

As I slowly let go of what never belonged to me anyway.


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