Friday, September 24, 2010
...and that night I dreamed I was in Mexicali,
on the Salton Sea,
a lake so full of sodium that it is completely toxic and pale.
Dead fish lay about its shores
among a Stonehenge of ripped, disgorged inflatable rafts
shaped like bunnies
and smiling kitties
and inner tubes like giant, used prophylactics
A rusty jungle gym
Abandoned slanted shacks of tin
A man in drag lay on a beach towel in the white sun.
A blond, Tippi Hedren beehive.
His make-up dripping off his face like candle wax.
His gown a shimmering sheath of green sequins.
A gorgeous, masculine mermaid.
I noticed he had no eyebrows.
“I melted them off in a freak blow torch accident. I was burning sugar over flan.”
There was nothing here that I could ever hope to save
There was nothing here that was not gutted