Sunday, July 8, 2007

A Wire Affair

by Ari Collins

“You’re my wire husband."

"Hell's that mean?”

“Study I read. They raised monkeys in a cage with two ‘mothers,’ one felt, the other metal wire around a milk bottle. The babies just clung to the soft mom... until they needed food.”

“Fuck off, then. Your softer husband's waiting.”

Alone, he slipped his ring back on.

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