Albatross

Just as the taxidermist lifts the majestic wings of the albatross to remove more of the giblets, the room grows dark. Without my seeing it, a sleeping potion is poured into my glass. I dream that we sleep in fields of feathers. Scissors thunder across the sky, but we know it’s our task to draw the feathers from the ground by their shafts. Not until we are finished are we permitted to kiss. But, as they say, love overcomes all things. So on a naked globe we stand, all alone in the world, two children with closed eyes, lips pursed for a kiss.

Albatross

Just as the taxidermist lifts the majestic wings of the albatross to remove more of the giblets, the room grows dark. Without my seeing it, a sleeping potion is poured into my glass. I dream that we sleep in fields of feathers. Scissors thunder across the sky, but we know it’s our task to draw the feathers from the ground by their shafts. Not until we are finished are we permitted to kiss. But, as they say, love overcomes all things. So on a naked globe we stand, all alone in the world, two children with closed eyes, lips pursed for a kiss.

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