Saturday, November 10, 2007

Waiting for the Bus

by Ari Collins


I wait with you and wonder again: which straw will break our back? Your timed headaches? My "foreplay"? Your grammar lessons?

My epiphany arrives with the bus. We're no camel. Terrible metaphor. We're a frog. Turn the burner up real slow, and the frog never notices he's boiling alive.

The bus takes us home. Again.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can't believe nobody has commented on any of these yet. Your stories are really great; keep it up.

Jennifer said...

I read somewhere that the whole frog boiling water thing is totally not true. Damn you, Dante's Peak.