Sneaking Suspicion

Ebony carries a giggling me, I am crimson hooded zipper extra long sleeves, black baggy distressed jeans, motorcycle armor boots; my mission is to enter a royal blue ship coasting east bay harbor, inside is a dreamy boy I admire. My twin is with Lucidity, purple hooded zipper extra long sleeves, grey baggy distressed jeans, motorcycle armor boots; his mission is to enter an emerald green ship coasting west bay harbor, inside is a dreamy boy he admires.

"Your smile is tickling my shoulder child."

Fiasco kisses the top of a red cloak I am hidden anticipation; my emotion is acceptance by the vanilla tree, I will be a monkey climber for moments of longevity. Both sacraments of becoming settle inside a rectangular lobby splitting three hallways, an upward staircase, downward staircase, spiral into a center bedroom; they speak of little Rubies and Amethyst.

"I want them to be like us."

"Amethyst and Zen would grant beautiful children."

"Chocolate Boy?"

"The foil stuck to his toosh."

"Ruby smelled like mocha mousse for six Pontius Pilate."

Laying sideways is strawberry dessert, tender to ripe, he is debating a piece of paper; I am eyes gripped around a door swing lever. Fiasco peeks at his adorableness while I ride an oak square plate for silent lungs and sighs of deep breath. Ebony walks the kitty; I admire gracefulness of cats.

"Zen!"

"Chocolate Boy! I want to hold you."

"That's why I came here!"

"He's coming!"

"Big Vanilla?"

"Hide underneath the sheets....."

My pants hang a disagreeable lip over a dough biscuit creased in the middle; Catri explains a teddy bear is sleeping.

"Do you cuddle with him?"

"I really want to....."

"What's his name?"

"Cocoa Bear."

"I will come back."

"Where are you going?"

"He needs to be dressed up."

"Oh."

I feel the stars curl into bright beams of tragedy lost inside Her She's mystery; one hand rests a pillow on my belly, another writes a few words inside a booklet.

"Dead Girl."

"?"

"Do you talk?"

"I pretend not to be British."

"Does it work?"

"I pretend to speak shitty English."

"Oh....."

"I pretend not to know what is going on."

"I understand; that's why you're dead."

"Do you think they notice?"

"Fuck them."

"That's what he said."

"Who?"

"The guy in a baby blue vinyl suit."

"He knows better than a doctor."

"How do you get to Texas?"

"What's there?"

"Somebody pretending to be me."

"That sucks."

"I dream about them."

"So do I."

"Really? I don't like them."

"Yeah. It's that house with scabby colored bricks."

"There are a few."

"It's the only one with a British tree."

"I came back for my husband."

"His house has the same tree."

"I fucked up."

"I know."

"What's your name?"

"Alexander."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"I'm one of those people who pretended to be you."

"Dearest me."

"I'll show you what you got to do. Will you remember?"

"Come and see me again."

"If they don't kill me."

"They won't."

"Why?"

"I'm dead."

"They're going to mess with your body."

"I thought that was over with."

"There's more to it."

"Is it real?"

"If you accept the invitation."

"What?"

"There are people lined up to be you."

"How?"

"Eat a chip."

"Is that what I got to do?"

"I got you one."

"It looks like a spider."

"That's because it is a spider."

"I don't want to eat her."

"She will hang out inside your brain."

"Is it a black widow?"

"With a real hour glass."

"What happens when sand runs out?"

"Everyone disappears."

"Shit."

"Nobody can be you."

"Do you promise?"

"I was the best one they said. I did it all but something happened."

"What?"

"I loved you."

"You don't anymore?"

"Now that I met you....."

"Yes....."

"I love you more than my self."

"That's dangerous....."

"That's why it feels so good."

"What a strange dream."

"I read that book."

"Which one?"

"The one your teacher wrote."

"I have many."

"The one from Columbia."

"How do you know about her?"

"She told me to read it so I would know."

"What did you find?"

"Dreams are the same as real life."

"Now you are my teacher."

"How many earths are there?"

"How many black holes?"

"I counted."

"And...."

"Ninety-eight."

"Where did we go?"

"Inside out."

"Maybe so...."

"What is it like to be dead?"

"Rather boring."

"Because you pretend to be alive?"

"Yes."

"I understand."

"Nobody else does."

"I'm always sad."

"I am too. I miss my children."

"There's something about them."

"I hear a beeping sound."

"They're always watching."

"They will be gone soon."

"So will we."

"What do you mean?"

"The spider wants an end."

"How many suns?"

"Eight."

"Shit."

"I hate to rush you....."

"Make me a coffin."

"What color?"

"Crimson and room for my husband."

"What will you wear?"

"Nothing."

"Do you want to be buried?"

"No."

"What do you want?"

"To be naked and alone with him."

"Oh...."

"What do you desire?"

"No more suns."

"I will miss wearing sunglasses."

Ruby belongs to me for several moments of jewels and ecstasy; I preen him for a scare. Cemeteries are an assortment of shades, angel with a harp creates the pirate hook we sleep to dream we are awake. A group of youthful shopping mall consumers visit Gideon's nursery.

"Hi there."

"Holy fuck!"

"Jesus shit!"

"God!"

"Christ!"

"Hi."

"I am your tour guide."

"You look like a stewardess."

"Are we taking a flight?"

"Hi."

"God!"

"Jesus!"

"Christ!"

"We are boarding shortly."

"What's the destination?"

"Somewhere your curses may rest."

"Heaven?"

"Yes."

"Hi."

"I read the bible."

"What does it say?"

"There's money and mansions there."

"Then you better stay."

"Why?"

"You're already there. Bye!"

Big Vanilla chooses a black nylon fish net attached with chain mail clasps; he is humming a tune belonging to witch doctors and common man. Zen knots me inside cloth arms, I envision this happening to be an ongoing romance. She sits a seventy-five degree angle alongside the slim gut of my abdomen tickling me profusely with plush finger tips.

"Hilda?"

"Yes Dick."

"Am I crazy?"

"Then we all are."

"If I am not?"

"We will all be dead."

"I will miss you."

"Where am I going?"

"I don't know."

"If you don't know how are you going to find me?"

"Gossip...."

Jeremy positions himself a fancy for department apparel; he chooses a loft in East Manhattan. The decor is deco modern house music, his favorite color is marijuana leaf green. A moon named Delilah visits us seventeen spherical worries, each wane I leave him drifting into dreamless sleep. A girl named Mallory manages a dry cleaner three blocks adjacent, I am in need of alteration, might of been my laziness; mentioning a runaway prison guard excites her intellect and interests admirable interests. I nickname our discarded jail key Chase for keen technique; he is rearranging a few jaded figurines.

"Victoria, do you think I will ever get married?"

"What do you desire?"

"Long black hair and blue eyes. I desire her to be witty and strong."

"Is this your wish?"

"Yes."

"Do you believe I am a genie?"

Chase is ready to face me but the fire escape calls a step to glimpse eternity. A tear of misery glides my distant left cheek; there is no color for water except reflection if such is a wheel. I understand he will know soon what I feel when I cannot answer his heart's question.

"What would you do to be with him?"