Hospital Notes

The surgeon had successfully removed his libido, then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward, a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels condensed days into moments. Corridors became tubes, empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse, hospital gowns and white bottoms exposed like beluga whales. She stood by an incinerator watching him, flames licked at its open iron door. The woman undressed threw her uniform into the fire then jumped naked into the flames. Stepping out of the oven, the nurse returned. Her body now reduced to molten silver. She gleamed fluidly. He wanted to flow through her, to mingle his pale carcass with her pristine silver rivering. Suddenly he understood. "You're my libido!" He said. She smiled acknowledgement. "Do I need to enter the fire?" "No, you need to find the cat." she replied. He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!” "Meanwhile" she continued, "s**t into this bedpan."