Thursday, June 13, 2013

Teenage Dolphin Learning How to Breathe: Aaron's Head

Aaron comes in. I meet him by the kitchen. We stand face to face an arm length away. He wipes away his beard with one motion of his right hand. I have a lighter in my right hand, and I ignite it and put the flame under his chin. It is made of wax and melts into light brown, creamy coffee drops. He stares straight ahead. Bubbles stream up in his eyeballs. I can see his pure white chin bone. His eyeballs drool out of the outer edges of his eye sockets. I cup both hands under his face. His liquid face pools up in my hands and dribbles through my fingers. Bones break apart and plop into my solid flesh bowl. I transfer what I can catch and carry into a pot on the stove. Aaron follows, stands behind me at the stove, and wraps his arms around my neck, holding himself up, head on my shoulder. His face regenerates and his beard grows back in a moment. His legs curl up, and his feet step on his back. He walks up himself, then flips around in front of me to stand on the stove between the burners, while shrinking to half his original size. The melted face in the pot is frozen now. He points a gun-shaped hand at it, and it bursts into flames then disappears. He looks up and forward past everything. He seems powerfully calm and centered. He stamps on the stove forcefully and loudly, pulverizing his feet and continues banging down with magical muscles until his body up to his neck is dust, which I am breathing in heavily. I get really woozy and can barely keep my eyes open. He smiles sincerely at first, then smiles wildly and cackles madly. I fall backwards, as if fainting. The apartment dematerializes and instead of falling down I am flying up through a cloudy, blue sky looking down at Earth. Everything blends together at that height, and human things and natural things are indistinguishable. Aaron's head floats into my chest. I feel like I am, about to orgasm, but very sick at the same time. I feel Aaron's atoms rush through me sticking to the walls of my blood vessels. I get prickly and sweaty, then I break through the atmosphere and freeze almost instantly. My hands snap off just above the wrist. I can see Aaron's face in the palms. He looks like he is having a weird and pleasing dream. I try to high five his face, but I miss, since he is my hands. The stars twinkle intensely and unnaturally. Aaron's faces scream in stereo, looking at scenes behind me, so I open my eyes wide enough for the rest of my head to vanish. All the stars are collapsing towards us. It feels good to be the center of this universe. It gets really hot, and my eyeballs float into Aaron's mouths, left eye into right hand mouth, right eye into left hand mouth. My body crumples up neatly into nothing, because of gravity or something. While Aaron is chewing he seems bored, even if I can't see anymore. The hands clap the loudest sound ever and become one hand containing Aaron's face. It makes a painfully tight fist and becomes Aaron's head. The hair is flowing from the bottom, where the neck would be. There is no nose, mouth, or ears. The skin is firm and hollow. The eyes are on top of the head surrounded evenly by the beard hair. The hairs are singed by the quickly approaching stars. The eyes appear panicked then absorb all the stars as they arrive. This universe is dark, except in the direction that Aaron looks. The stars shine out of his eyes. An unbelievably large hammer smashes Aaron's head. Now, the stars are free, after millions of eons of torturous confinement in microscopic universes. Each one is given its own universe to repopulate with whatever shit it likes, a new credit card with a ten thousand dollar limit, twenty dollars cash, and a pair of blue jeans available in a variety of outrageous and fun colors. Aaron winks again like a Jerk. I give up my soul to roller skate on the ice. I fall of course, but my diaper is full, so... ... sploosh. Be back in about ten, if you can count, you can't count on me. Use my freckles as constellations, and remember your first ancestor, and why he or she saw the clear night sky and vomited upward, like a teenage dolphin learning how to breathe.







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