The doctor I love admits he is slightly infatuated with a patient - one who is dying. He tells me this when wiping semen off his chest with a kleenex after I have made him come in and around my soft hand. He says her name is Alabama.
I ask if she is beautiful. The patient that needs so much care.
"How many Alabamas can there be?" he says.
He talks about the cactus she loves the most, the one she calls "Jim", with long white human looking cactus fur.
"Do you call cactus fur, 'hair'?" I ask.
"Good question," he says.
He touches my fake hair and releases a groan of approval. I tell him they are made of real hair from living girls.
Meg Pokrass
www.megpokrass.com
Spiders
Jack Swenson
I ask if she is beautiful. The patient that needs so much care.
"How many Alabamas can there be?" he says.
He talks about the cactus she loves the most, the one she calls "Jim", with long white human looking cactus fur.
"Do you call cactus fur, 'hair'?" I ask.
"Good question," he says.
He touches my fake hair and releases a groan of approval. I tell him they are made of real hair from living girls.
Meg Pokrass
www.megpokrass.com
Spiders
Jack Swenson