sleeping with houdini
2007, BOA Editions
The Portable Pussy
an excerpt from Sleeping with Houdini
Wherever I go, I carry a pussy with me. How, you might ask, but I and the pussy are not one and the same being, so carry it I must. Asleep or awake, depending on who else is in the room, the pussy talks. Quietly of course, so as not to attract attention or disturb the peace. And honestly, much too honestly, really. I am so relieved when those who hear it pretend not to. Or perhaps they imagine they are only hearing things. On rare occasions the pussy gets carried away. Then it sings off key or starts composing poetry. Of course, most don’t suspect (or so I hope) that it’s the pussy and not I who sing, or how difficult it is to carry a pussy everywhere I go, much less listen to the running commentary when all I wish is silence. A little relief.
I even sought medical advice, but the doctors insist the pussy is all in the mind. I need only stop thinking about it, and...
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