et tu, teapot?

I came to my desk to write you about my teapot.   I set my teapot on the desk and sat myself at the desk and lifted my pen from the desk to place it upon my scrapbook which sits upon the desk.

Then my teapot spit-up a postcard.

At first I thought it was steam, which was a little odd, even for my teapot, as I had almost finished its now-tepid tea.  But the steam unfolded like a leaf, and drifted down upon my scrapbook.  It was not a leaf.  It was a postcard:

Postcard back--Black Swan

I don’t want to write an ode to my teapot anymore.  Summer is almost over and I haven’t gone to the shore…soon it will be too cold, which will be a great burden off my shoulders.  The burden of “maybe now?” is unendurable.  I’m tired of being asked where I’m going.  When the grasses change and the ocean foams upon the shore like the maw of Kerberus dragged up from hell, maybe crow will stop being a parrot and the birds, wistful for longer days and safer climes, will be happy to fluff up their feathers and stay inside.

Flipping through my scrapbook, it’s evident that last summer was much nicer than this summer; last summer we had fashion shows, I sported my swim-suit and drank fizzy beverages and learned how to watch movies.   This summer has been one long avoidance of crow-who-is-parrot’s persistent questioning: WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

Now my teapot, my abiding paraclete, is spewing forth postcards.  SPEWING FORTH.  Like the ocean spews forth the drowned and the dead.

Why, why would I want to go back there?

I want a real postcard from Henriette, soon.

–The Odalisque

 

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About The Odalisque

I am the odalisque who lives in an oblelisk. I converse with birds.

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