Rolling Elevation

Varicose praline webs hull a space I feel underneath my fingertips; trifling footsteps shall run. Further arguments conclude confusion as I watch seven adolescent children fall from a landslide chosen plateau. Crackling vibrations, riveting formations, antagonistic shadows, several fold; carelessness is a clause outside the district.

"Oh it's you....."

"Hi."

"Do you always say hi when you find kids inside bat caves?"

"Yes."

"How many have you found?"

"Do you count?"

"I do with my fingers."

"I do with my mind."

Yesterday is a sun leak bearing wounds. My husband's acoustic lament is a lyrical miss; there is a visitor inside and outside the vortex. We meet underneath a drowsy Prince.

"How did he get here?"

".....Prince of Persia....."

"Maybe another world."

"What were we talking about?"

"Do you need to wear a shirt?"

"Do you?"

"Yes!"

"....then I do too."

"That does not make sense to her."

"Who?"

"The girl with teary blue eyes in her orbs."

"Whose eyes?"

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

"........what do they look like?"

"....blue worms."

"Blue worms?"

"Uh huh."

"No such...."

"Well....."

"....what's his name?"

".........he's very angry."

"At who?"

"Some people who touch a bunch of stupid stuff and two people who touch screens to talk."

".......where is he?"

"....in some kind of den."

"What is there?"

"A little lion."

"What does she look like?"

"....a god damn underwear model."

".......was she little and cute?"

"No not really."

"What was she?"

"Big and pink."

"How big and how pink?"

"Too big and not enough pink."

"Does she have curly hair and run around in circles pacing?"

"Like that one over there?"

"Which one is that?"

"....yeah that's her."

"That's the underwear model?"

"Yeah...."

"...aw she's cute she looks like...."

"......I should of listened to them."

"Who?"

"The people with remote controls shaking their faces."

"What are they watching?"

"Melting faces and hospital pill bottles."

".......did you see a guy dressed like a cartoon vampire?"

"Yes."

"......he knows."

"Knows what?"

"That..."

"That what?"

".....that you did that."

"Did what?"

"That you did that!"

"My husband talks too much underwear model."

"He does."

"You run around in circles too much."

"I do."

"....."

"I dreamed about a crazy man with long hair and perfect eyebrows."

"What was he doing?"

"Laughing at my underwear."

"Why?"

"Because I had a fake ball on my bottom and two on the front."

"Why would you do that?"

"To freak him out."

"Why?"

"......because he is crazy and obsesses over his eyebrows."

"....Zen do you know about him?"

"His butt is cute."

"Did you hear that kid?"

"....I got his butt."

"What do you do with it?"

"....stuff it with socks."

"......"

"Your socks."

"Which one?"

"The ones with hearts."

".....why?"

"Cause you wouldn't tell me how I was made."

"So you put my socks in your drawers?"

"In my butt pockets."

"What if the neighbors know?"

".......I can't do anything about that."

"And why not?"

"I'm not there!"

"Well if you show up don't show up in your underwear."

".............."

"His eyes are red."

"I wonder why..."

"He coughs quite a bit."

"Does his wife concern for him?"

"She is concerned."

"About what?"

".....snow dogs resembling him and marijuana."

"......that's it?"

"Yeah that's pretty much it."

"Does she understand him?"

"......she's alone in some crazy house with some kind of monster furry people who think they know everything and they have bad hair and some people who act like nothing is going on..."

".....where is her husband?"

"Smoking a fucking bong! Inside her god damn reptile reflectors."

"Reptile reflectors?"

"....I can't see them but most people do."

"What are those?"

"Her eyes."

"....I'm in them."

"Yes."

"What about him?"

"Who?"

"......."

"She saw that crazy fucker inflate some dolls and they blew up."

"Why would he do that?"

"He's programmed by a sex freak without a leg."

"Which leg?"

"A peg one she wobbles and thinks about cutting mine off."

"Where is her leg?"

"Inside a hospital close to Zyna."

"Where is Zyna?"

"....looking at fertilizer."

"Why is he doing that?"

"He's trying to control my life."

"With what?"

"Little cute bottles."

"What does he use cute bottles for?"

"To be a smart ass."

"......."

"Well that's what he has them for!"

"......"

"Why does that man in my eyes wear a shirt?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I don't know."

".......because he has to."

"Why?"

".......where is his wife?"

"I think I'm her."

"You're my wife."

"Am I his wife?"

"I'm pacing in protest of your protection over me."

"Why?"

"......."

"...I feel bad for him."

"Why?"

"His daughter appears out of nowhere wearing underwear in catalogs and his wife smokes too much weed to stay awake."

"What does she need to see?"

"......some kind of thing."

"What is in the thing?"

"......my eyes."

"What is in your eyes?"

"....a memory."