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.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Waiting for the Bus
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2 comments:
I can't believe nobody has commented on any of these yet. Your stories are really great; keep it up.
I read somewhere that the whole frog boiling water thing is totally not true. Damn you, Dante's Peak.
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