Friday, 17 April 2009
PHOTO ON A BOX OF A BLOOD PRESSURE/PULSE MONITOR
There is a photo on a box that houses a blood pressure/pulse monitor. A white haired woman with perfect teeth has her arms around the shoulders and chest of Steve Martin.
Everything in the photo is shades of white. Faded grays. Her fingernails are red like a fuck you, like a secret she’s trying to tell, like a hostage message. Her fingernails are the monster in the ice cubes.
ONE TOUCH OPERATION
Steve Martin is squinting like he's making the best of things; like he’s ‘holding up’ which is in opposition to the white haired lady's smile which reads like she's watching her grandchildren play or like someone just complimented her broccoli cheese casserole.
48 SET MEMORY
The picture is chest up. I feel it could truly be all there is. All there ever really is. The solidity of their embrace negating any use for legs, waist, feet; a conjoined human bust.
Did I mention they are looking off camera? The blood pressure monitor helps them in their lives together. It sets the daily tone. "How is it today, honey?" she asks, setting down a fresh cup of coffee. "Fine dear. Fine," his lie punctuated by the rapid snarl of Velcro ripping.
COMFORTABLE NEW DESIGN
Steve Martin...making the best of things...knows his heart will explode soon. The lady with the red nails smiles with her perfect teeth not realizing she will be alone, picking bits of exploded heart off the floor with her fuck you fingernails.
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Posted by I am not Kek-w at 20:56