Cleopatra’s Tits

Cleopatra’s Tits

Leaf Garden Issue #9

Here’s a semi-vulgar little ditty I wrote last year. Leaf Garden, an online micropress, published it in their May 2010 issue. You can read it below if you’d like, but if you’re old fashioned and want that real original digital copy, here’s the link:

http://leafgardenpress.blogspot.com/2010/05/leaf-garden-issue-9.html

“He blew the hell out of the line. I thought he was going to suck the damn table up his nose too, but it managed to cling to the ground, its tiny feet hanging onto the floor’s hair with all their might. John, after negotiating the powdered wonder wandered over to the liquor bar and held a short conversation with an inquisitive bottle of Jack. It, after being sated, drooled a long line of writers’ muse into his cup. “Funny how temperamental this brand can be” he whispered over his shoulder. He only said this, of course, after capping the bottle… lest it hear him.

I now recall sitting in the corner next to an all too friendly armoire, thinking that I didn’t have the patience for beverages of such an inquisitive nature when I was thrown from my booze muse by the cling clanging of shattering glass against bronze. John had pitched a full bottle of Vermouth over his left shoulder into a statue of Cleopatra grabbing her tits; the result of which, of course, was a hooch lactating queen, no complaints here.

In hindsight, I was, I suppose, waiting for that hypothetically, theoretically, perfect moment to dive down the rabbit hole, to glare at the twist in the binary – the break in my life’s fourth wall.

I was, I suppose, waiting to see Cleopatra’s tits.”

 

— Have any thoughts on Cleopatra’s Tits? Think she has a nice set perhaps? If so, drop me a line below. I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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