Blind SnakeA Poem by Nobody.
Blind Snake
My orthodontist said she was nice, so I dialed the number. “Food” was the code word that opened the hidden passage. Immediately, a snaky noodle omen appeared. As the halo of mystical neon fire swirled around her war-painted totem head, vicious secret corpses rose to the surface of her twin baby blue puddles. Used up victims. Her long folded legs shifted beneath the table like a derelict building on the verge of collapse. She began to interrogate me with an intermittent hateful flick at the corners of her crimson mouth. Then, I knew she must have been an assassin sent to kill me, and make it look accidental, or an out of work birthday clown with lots of twisted balloon fetishes and helium-voiced mental demons I would never fully understand. I told her that I had to run to the restroom, hopped out of a tiny square window and headed home.
That was two weeks ago. Yet, each time I pass the front of that Chinese restaurant, she’s still there.
Clearly, I need to find a new orthodontist. © 2011 Nobody.Featured Review
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