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The Parable of the Lizard
by Shari Diane Willadson
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He asked me if I was drunk;
it's against the law, in Virginia,
to carve pictures on people's bodies when they are drunk.
We sat down on the padded bench,
"What did you have in mind? A butterfly on your ass?
Snoopy on your tit is very popular too."
"I want a lizard" I said. "I want its tail to wrap around
my left breast and its tongue to lick my bellybutton.
"If I put the tail under your tit, it will disappear when you get old"
"I want it to disappear so that he will have to look for it
when I am grey."
"If I put the body of it on your stomach, it will turn into a toad."
"I want it to be a toad, because he is my prince."
"So what color do you want it?"
"I want it the blues and greens of parrot fish and the albino-white
of their teeth so that when his eyes are tired and can't see trees,
I can take him to the ocean."
He mixed the colors as I took off my shirt.
"That'll be $60, in advance."
Copyright © 1999
Shari Diane Willadson
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Shari Diane Willadson has
been writing for over twenty years, but in the
last year and a half has been writing exclusively on the net. She feels
that the opportunities here for all writers are boundless. She lives in the
Pacific Northwest with her husband and 17 year old daughter. |
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