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Nattymari - A Foreign Objektive

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M I D D L I N G

I asked Katie if I could sleep over.   She was my best friend. When she got worms, I stopped going to the lavatory. Snakes, macaroni and cheese, even Spaghetti I quit. We would watch TV but mostly pretend. Walking each other thru various scenarios like a talking meditation. Or a practice. Pretend we bought an entire furniture store instead of a tiny mansion. Her brother Mark started dropping in after lights out wanting a back rub. Katie did it until she got tired. Then I Play-Dohed his shoulders. In the middle of the night with the ocean waving. He inched his fingers, touching me while I slept. When he tried to put something inside of me – from the center of him. I acted like I was waking up. He wanted our middles to touch.

There lived an evil witch in the building that was once a Portuguese sausage factory. Down a dirt row. Where the Pineapple trash dwell. She wore a floral shift called a moo moo, was squat and had dark floppy hair. Her accent, New York so she sounded funny. Like Woody Allen. She hated kittens especially. Her fun was to poison them. Nights she stayed awake dreaming of their flea ridden bucking irritated chewing misery.