Chester's Cheat

A board of checkers is set upon the tabletop across the area I presume to meet a stranger which knows about the woman I see everywhere I ought not to be.

I am equipped with a device my twin and I call the Sphincter Fink which is shaped as such with a lot of naughty capabilities.

"Hey Osiris what's going on...."

"Same thing with you; by any chance is there a board game nearby?"

"Yeah....."

"My dearest Cleopatra where art thou Marc Anthony?"

"Dreams of pyramids and panthers on thrones....."

"Where shalt thou meet?"

"Whenever I become a Queen. My dearest Osiris....."

"Yes...."

"Allah grants you one wish.......what doth thine?"

"For Horus to be thine eye for eternity."

"If Horus be thine eye what shall thee?"

"The vision of a circle without an end."

"If the circle never ends what becomes of the sun and the moon?"

"Both shall be as one."

I must of been a ferocious mess of woman as I deliberately ruffled myself in a shirt designed for pressing straight with a pair of khakis I borrowed from our pizza delivery boy neighbor which we called Mighty Mouse; out of school girls walk by attempting to straighten out my fly by strands of hair as I giggle in sweetness of their earnestness.

"Why did you do this to yourself?"

"I'm meeting a boy...."

"Oooohhh you must not like him so much."

"I guess not...."

"Is that him over there?"

What an introduction....boasts the inquiry of atmosphere; here comes the checkered suit with bright red bow tie as I sneeze, the thought of roses is an allergy in the making of boxes designated for nose misery. His hair is parted through the center slicked straight down from bipolar gel while his glasses fail to arouse punk rocker juices taped in the middle.

"I see now why you did that. Let's mess you up some more!"

Plaid pleats with darling collars rub their worried hands all over the material with the purpose of awful doing me the right way; the love of Mary brought me these. A mysterious chuckle makes himself known out of my pant pocket; this makes the five of us an uncontrollable laughter.

"What's so funny?"

They run from him as I wished to accompany their scare.

"We were discussing the news..."

"The news is funny sometimes..."

"You really think so?"

"Yes I do especially when they dramatize a situation beyond the subject; it really is ridiculousness for sport."

Maybe he will be my friend; I am enjoying his company.

"Do you want to play?"

"What if I win?"

"It would be a first time for me."

"Really...."

"Really!"

"And if I do win what shall I receive?"

"What do you want?"

"That ring in your front pocket...."

Glasses slip off his nose to the ground as I deliberately crush them while my act of stupidity is an award winning trophy destined for a stage with a gold man to take home with me; I fantasize about his fluff of soft wild blonde hair with deep beach blue eyes....

"It's gone!"

My thumb is a devil exposing the thrill; while he struggles for perception of the city's flair I assure him 20/20 is just a scale.

"That ring looks just like the one that was in my pocket!"

"Really.....how did you see it on my thumb?"

"With my eyes...."

"Then you see well without glasses. This is the same ring that was in your pocket. I adore it; who wears the other?"

"The other?"

"The male symbol...."

"I do...."

Showing me his left hand there is indeed the arrow pointing away from me as I am lost inside the circle.

"You can have it back."

As he looks at my thumb a point presses against his chest with a pinch.

"Why don't you want it anymore?"

"I disappointed myself; I will still play the game if you wish."

"I do...."

"What is your name?"

"Well...."

"I will call you Chester...."

"Okay...."

My reasoning for such is the jester jocked his chest with the intention of my dreams on his wish list; a chested jester is a Chester.

"You can call me Shorty...."

"I know what that means...."

"What?"

"It means you belong to somebody; a name a bystander uses for a person who has a lover."

"Where did you learn that from?"

"A song....."

"Yeah....."

Chester concentrates heavily on the wood shingled platform wobbling from the breeze bouncing off the adolescent oak trees.

"Your turn..."

"There are no pieces left for me to play."

While edging the legs further into the coast of wind his hair turned to the left as the part flipped out a sleeker fashion took over his mane.

"Why do you wear that ring?"

"I'm not sure anymore...."

"Where did you get it from?"

"Nowhere...."

"Nowhere is a place which does not exist."

I am trapped inside this damn shirt; I try desperately to pull my arm into the loophole. Mighty's trousers fall off my waist; luckily for me the tail is long enough to be a knee high dress. My pocket wiggles a little shake on the soft slim grass blades.

"Shorty........ask him how it makes him feel when he wears it...."

"What if I don't want to know the answer?"

"I do...."

"Then you got to ask that boy the same thing."

"Damn!"

I seriously doubted the need for the walking talking slim; our mutability is much more entertaining however we still contemplate logistics.

"I don't feel any different...."

"Then why do you wear it?"

"I just want to feel close to you."

"We can be friends."

"You really mean that?"

"Yes.....whose ring is it?"

This house is a pod of illegitimate normalcy. Odor of burnt toast is similar to the dead engulfed with flames sent to the river as a grave, scent of filtered factory ground coffee is that of induced vomit, fried food is a reminder of barrels used for disposing bodies the cleaner paid off in full, smell of cat urine is stomach acid; I am overwhelmingly overwhelmed.