Something strange happened
Something strange happened. Stripping in my bathroom waiting for the water to steam over, I noticed a black mark on the center of my right nipple. Looking closer and raising my haunted finger over the mark it widened to a hole with thin teeth, very fine, like a cheap hotel comb. “The earth was a formless void and darkness covered the surface of the deep and the spirit of God hovered over the waters.” Modernity hovers over the primordial, possessive. Multiple women have advised against self scrutiny so this is my penance, my breast revolting to pursue mystery with puckered lips, waiting. She drew a long swathe of mesh stained with iodine and rotten botany, almost translucent, stretching the fabric over and over our formless till the fabric billowed over the eternal night of yearning and beat it beat it beat it back under and now my nipple looked rather like an eye, the hole its sightless pupil, shaking a little I stuck my pinky very gently in the mouth of my nipple. Gently, very gently, the mouth wrapped its tongue around my finger. Suddenly I understood. I went to the kitchen and opened the third drawer from the left. My pinky still in my nipple’s mouth now sucking, sucking, enjoying itself. Slowly, very slowly, I withdrew the finger, swollen from the loving. “What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.” I shut it up with glue.