going into a plush hotel for a meeting, i push through the lobby to the elevator. i get in and push the up button, unwittingly trapping several besuited arms and legs in the doors. blood and grey flannel everywhere hehehe.
sitting in the meeting, i've been given a government portfolio in charge of a tiny whale who is no bigger than my thumb. i am handed a brightly printed info sheet on his feeding habits, and i unwrap his little body from the tissue paper that protects him. miniscule, grey and slimy he blinks and flips his ineffectual tail.
copyright 1994 lisa bode