I can make you a danger room, but you will have to lend me the tools.
They are pin-cushion big and crawling with life.
A hapless man realizes how empty
is retaliation, how missile defense is just one
more
money-maker.
I can make you a danger room but first you must tell me why,
what want?
whose mouth?
does it feed?
posted by Adam at 5:57 PM [edit]
You can think airplane wing, or you can think that I left in anger
Marisol and Eliza want to be Border Patrol agents because it is a job here, a good job,
where you get a uniform and health insurance and dignity. And you don't bend your back
twelve hours a day and leave your hands gripless after digging up cebollas, traveling
to some state whose name you can't pronounce. You drive a nice SUV and you protect
a magic wall that only works one-way, like a mirror in DragonTale City.
I want to keep using things that don't make sense until they build up a vocabulary
of their own and become, in relation to one another, a sense. That is why this story
with its misguided title is the molten lie, or perhaps the lie of lending. It is,
more than anything, a river that lies between nations. It is called
Rio Bravo in Mexico and
Rio Grande in Texas:
a lie between nations.
posted by Adam at 9:38 AM [edit]
Detective Diary Number None
On a road in the middle of the night I stop, take a pee, hear leaves crunch under my detective shoes. I have been driving the wrong way all night.
You, with your self-congratulatory way of bringing me clues still wet from the lake-bottom, will have to wait this time. I am in no hurry.
There is a place at the back of the Wal-Mart where the light has gone out and the bugs fly, oblivious to all the bug-traps in all their shiny packaging. I am afraid that this is where my soul will end up.
I am working on understanding the process by which a camera traps light and chemical-forces it onto paper. I think it will help my detective skills.
If someone calls the office to ask my status, or remind me the goal of the mission, tell them I'm gone. They might look for me in the leaves.
Or they might get into the car that I have left unattended, twist the key in the ignition, and leave me to my own detective damnation.
posted by Adam at 1:14 PM [edit] 