Friday, February 19, 2010

Swampfolk in Space


 I tend to shop when I'm feeling blue. The mister and I collect mini figures. They are like lucky packets for not-so-grownups. I bought five one day. Five. Now they are in my dreams.
We stood on a red planet drifting in the sparkliest sky. Like Alice, our heads ballooned and our bodies shrank. Because our little arms couldn't reach, our giant friend was preparing us for the journey. She bent down and scotch-taped little packets of memories behind our ears. Also the garage remote. We stood side by side, holding tiny hands, staring at careening comets and satellites. Then we hurtled into yawning deep space. On the way home, we passed a mighty cat who was howling with hunger and licking his lips.

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