Into the unisex nursery's toilet my undershirt falls. I fish it out and find my face on a marquee. Florida: in sneakers, I construct Delft shelves to store scrawled diagnoses. I enter an observation tank (rightly considered tragic, irreversible) to greet the hatchetfaced magician whose dead mother says welcome back, implying I've been fired. Through Skinner Box glass he watches me play with dildos, blades. Entranced by unending orgasm, I dismiss his tendency to find amelioration in experience's fluctuating shallows.
Copyright © 2010 by Wayne Koestenbaum. Used by permission of the author.