By the guppy
Date: 13 March 2000
jill and jack (part 1)
jack, forefather of legume scalers anonymous
jill, godmother of sympathetic drippings
let's not mix up the stories
let's make a new one
paste in a locale, perhaps the cirque of some pleistocene glaciated mountain
held aloft by tallus slopes and alluvial fans of various colors
as the plumes from a phoenix or roc
a weaving serpent trail is the only way up
there are more options about the way down
jill, scrawny legs dangling over the edge
arms thrust back in triangular support as the sun bathes her face
jack, lover boy
in search of a requiem
pulls focus from miles away on the heaving breasts of our sunbathing heroine
he likes them
he plays cool and starts to stroll towards the path
internally he's more like a beagle chasing a cottontail, but he'd never admit that
jill, she's getting lonely, and sunburned
and starting to think that it's too late for that to change
she's feeling like she's not as attractive as she once was
thinking about lowering her standards
maybe she should just date one of the guys that follow her around like puppies, and drool over her like puppies
maybe almost anything would be better than the nothing she feels
she's thinks of herself as a diva, or a succubus, depending on the day
either divine or infernal, depending on her mood
human bothers her
jack, he doesn't like to think about what he feels
and if he doesn't think about it, he doesn't know about it
and if he doesn't know about it, i sure as hell don't know about it either
it's doubtful that anyone really does
but, he's got some hopes that someday someone will shake him of that
it won't be any of us though
he's not sure who it'll be, but he's sure who it won't be
he'll know her when he meets her
he believes everything will go according to however whoever structured his destiny decided it to go
he's a big fan of destiny
the alternative bothers him...
(to be continued)
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