TUDAWR 4

TUDAWR

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Characters: Me, her, the Universe

Setting: Underground DC

That piece of skin was back on my three-finger.

I'd had eggs with salmon for breakfast but toothpaste in the morning gives me a stomach ache. Stomach aig. Stomach egg, what a visual! I never brush in the mornings.

Stoma means mouth in Greek. Ch.

I thought I'd eaten it off yesterday, but it was back right where cuticle sinks into nail entrails. Snail entrails trails in my nails.

I'm gnawing at my three-finger with numbers two and four half way in my mouth. I'm using my incisor teeth because I want to cut off skin and incisor rhymes with scissor, if you are toneless. I am.

If you were to say "you'all bowl and scowl", you would really confuse me, because bowling is fun. Bowel syndrome.

"Shiiitake mushroom!" I said, just in time to catch my feet and not keel over and fall on top of her. I had been leaning over her shoulder so I could read the newspaper she was holding.

The skin on my finger still refused to become incised.

She turned around and looked back at me over her shoulder, and without really knowing why, she thought of a farm and of the ocean. She'd never been to either.

She was found in thought staring directly at my chest.

The farm with oceanfront disappeared from her mind and her eyes looked up at me as I continued to incise my three.

She jumped back and made a Shitake Mushroom face. I laughed with half my hand in my stoma. Laughing snapped that piece of skin off.

Elephant incisors are tusks.

"Dentes incisivi!", I said happy that my three was back to perfect.

Huh?

I took my hand out of my mouth still laughing. " I said, I incised" I explained to her, she didn't know latin. Weird. Linguamne Latinam loquitur?

The train doors opened. I yanked my newspaper off her hands and got out.

The Universe remains.