How To Make Amends -- David James

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HOW TO MAKE AMENDS
by David James

            He was hungry, so he ate the couch, the one with the pull-out bed. Of
course, when the wife came home, she was disgusted.
            “Now what will we sit on, asshole? Last week it was the coffee table; the
week before, two kitchen chairs and a lamp. What next, the bed?”
            He hadn’t thought of eating the bed, but the idea was appealing. It
probably would taste like sleep. Comfort food. He couldn’t respond to her–she
was always right, so he went upstairs to lie down. Somehow, the bed knew
what was coming. It shivered in fear. The man stroked the mattress, saying,
“Don’t worry. I won’t eat you. I promise.” As the bed settled down, the man
fell asleep and dreamed of eating the bed, mattress, baseboard, springs,
pillows. He stuffed everything in his mouth, chewing, crunching, swallowing
until he could no longer stand up. He laid there on the floor in the bedroom.
When his wife came home after work, she undressed, climbed on top of him,
slid under some loose sheets and slept. His chest rose and fell in time to her
steady breathing. Wrapping himself around her, he knew she would be next.
He would eat her and finally there would be peace between them, which was
all he ever really wanted.

Comments

[geosh.livejournal.com]

Where do you find poems? Is there one, or are there a few regular sources? Journals? Periodicals? etc...

[swalloh.livejournal.com]

This is wonderful.