Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Consonants and Vowels


I've made a zine! It's very exciting. Here is a little fish from the sea:

O o oo ooo o o o o oo

I struggled with o. O and I could never be mates. O was round, I was straight.

My teacher was Miss E. Her glasses were round. She sent me to a private tutor where I was to learn how to improve my letters; spin the circles all the way around until they’d bite their tails.
I sat waiting for Mr. O on the floor at the end of the hallway, just next to the school dentist’s office. The air was thick with fluoride. Underneath the sink, someone had spilled something sweet — possibly a face-down peanut butter jelly sandwitch. A trail of ants was approaching. I leaned over them. Their bodies had three joints:

>o
>o
>o

>o
>o
>o

>o
>o
>o

It’s alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive
dead.
sang I to myself and squeezed one to an ink-stain with my finger.
It’s alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive it’s alive
dead.
sang I and whacked another.

3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d 3d
dead. (2d)

Eight legs eight-legged crawling running pushing pulling living
dead. (ing)

Buzzing crawling smiling whisp’ring playing
dead.still.


Whitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhitewhite
black. (ink)

Waitingwaitingwaitingwaitingvvvvwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingso that’s where you’re hiding?
Above me; the great Mr. O, Coffee breath, knees falling out of the jeans, the buttons visible, reflecting the lightbulb. A notebook, square, undoubtedly full of O, round, in his hand.

dead.
said I.

I i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i