Feeling:

The memories of sweet potato fries and a back porch that smells like wet earth are all tainted with you. Driving in this car now is like a memory even though your with me and I can reach out and touch you. I do touch you, and it’s like you love me but you won’t. I don’t know who the person in the passenger seat is and I ask you but you don’t know either. He’s a light boy with dark shaggy hair, and even he knows why inter-dimensional travel was not a hoax. We pull into a McDonald’s, and I get out to go to the bathroom. The walls are lined with fish tanks and I know he’s here. I go to the filthy bathroom and crawl through a candy colored tunnel smeared with excrement. I have gills and the maze is hard but I pull through. There are so many McDonald’s connected by this secret route, and I have many battles with atomic shakes and fries. But the radioactive Cinnamon Toast Sticks win the war for me, and I finally reach the end of my travels. I go through one last door, and slide into my tank. I wiggle my gills at the tanks two other inhabitants. My friend the clown fish tells me where my baby is, and I see him encased within two glass tubes behind me. I break them against the wall and swallow his tiny white egg case. The tang cries that it is a trap, and I don’t wonder as a hand reaches in to grab me and suddenly I am on my own two feet again. I am taken to a barracks, and their is my true love and the shaggy haired boy. Also there is a dominatrix with her French submissive who I think looks like a frog. But the Gothic one has a softer side, and she wants me to paddle her too, and feel the whips lacerate her back. I agree because she is an important woman, though I’m not a fighter. General comes to get me and takes me to a conference, trying to get baby. I know that he would have to slit my belly so I stay quiet. Gothic is his lover, and she saves me. The Queen rushes in, he wonders how she got such a fancy carriage. Personally, I think it looks like a stroller. We fall in love, and she kisses me. I give baby over into her mouth, and she is pregnant then. We get married and I know what real true love is. We are married and we go far away from the corporate wonderland, and we are feral. We can't express our feeling because we don't know the language, but it's better because we feel them. Highs are expected in the low teens, and we live for each other. The warmth of our bodies is enough to have baby come through, and he grows up tall in the next five minutes. We lie like that for the rest of the night till we all pass away peacefully cold and in love. Constellations welcome us, holding each other still. I have seen my boy love and the shaggy one here too, because that was their secret and why we could never be as one. The stars have always known.

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