Wheel On a Stick Part 5
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The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element
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Sagitanis Goes 'Bow Wow'
Nightingale Sagitanis is a homeless woman suffering chronic and debilitating bouts of near-terminal existential ennui and muscatel intoxication until, in the midst of a heat spell caused by bovine methane in the suburbs of Happy Valley, South Dakota (as her heartbeat thankfully approached zero) she hears a whimpering and feels a warm furry body tentatively crawling up her leg on the crack whore mattress she calls home in a concrete culvert pipe under the streets at the Splitdorf Retirement Community, and fights off the alarm of impending invasion, but quickly concluding that this couldn't be land crabs or police drone robots or Chupacabra or a bacterial infection or the dream of marital child bearing bliss that often haunted her lonely nights or delirium tremens or a pack of Blast bubble gum (her favorite) born on the backs of soldier ants driven from their homes by a lawn sprinkler malfunction or an errant cable guy on a peeping Tom mission or the icy fingers of doom which she secretly hoped for in a Freudian nihilistic reaction to a cruel foster mother who forced her to read the entire literature of time lapse orchid pornographer Marshal McLuhan or a full body orifice search by Homeland Security or vanguard elements of the yearly gray squirrel migration, no none of these, rather, as she felt the charming tickle of not one but three cold wet noses and the slap slap slapity of 3 vigorously wagging tails and the lap lap lapity of three enthusiastic tongues did she realize that she had been adopted by a triumvirate of abandoned Labrador retrievers, left bewildered in a mall parking lot by a family of PhD garden dwarfs which she quickly named, Larry , Moe and Curly, the dogs, not the dwarfs, who then provided enough love, slack and protection for Nightingale to attend canine night school and learn the ways of the wolf and the coyote and the dingo and rip the throat out of her oppressors.
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
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Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2019
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