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The Vegetarian Cannibal’s Birthday…

…or the frustration of the sublingual papilla 


His mother was a couturierre and she knew to cook special meals for his son and his guest. Vegetables and seeds. The fruits of Atlantis, yeast of Plato’s Greece. Huge sweet cabbages, mille leaves crowded in perfect spheres. A dialog of senses, uncorked perfume bottles filled with „Cognac 4 stars” fog–tall crystal roofless towers–wet prisons for the lethargic princesses. And sushi. Without fish. Rolled meticulously by expert patient fingers. Roulette. Roulette. Dancing sushi, among the silver knives. Chef d’oeuvre for the last vegetarian cannibal. Tasted recollections of the beginning. Grass-sour-sauce of guilt. Guilty for never biting from the forbidden fruit. Guilty just for eating. Swallowing. Frustration of the sublingual papilla.

Once, I was invited to the banquet. Now, I keep my bones in a shoebox. And he didn’t even taste sushi. No more sushi! he said. After tomorrow, I’ll go to the banquet, uninvited. This is not a banquet-banquet, but his birthday party. I have a present for him. In the shoebox, I arranged my bones in a heart shape and I bought 4 yards of red ribbon, a sword and a lavender Sunday soap for the big knot. He likes marvelous well-done things and he doesn’t like to receive presents. He is afraid of horses. And arrows.
Who knows? Perhaps, he’ll like my bones. He has enough flesh and blood. He could put everything together and create an atom. The atom is perfect. Isn’t it?

Anunțuri

3 responses

  1. lumsa

    ok.
    i took all and separated concepts from vegetables, stitches from chemistry, anatomy from philosophy… i have a few big piles of each allover the place, on the floor. i’m a surgeon again and slash open with sharp knife, in good light, with open mind. insides are creepier than i expect, mushy, bloody, very complex, raw. i’m sure i’ll find a common denominator so i can add them all up and get down to the damn atom. still looking… and salivating from the same papillae. soon enough i hope to choke on my own spit, for i’ll never find the right food against frustration.

    Octombrie 3, 2007 la 6:12 pm

  2. he said:stop cutting off your toes! I know you have a big foot, but keep your toes clean! she said back: sometimes, a poet is more pragmatic than an accountant. sometimes, the spinal column lengthens too fast, too tall. dangerously. it needs surgery. just taking off few vertebras, carefully, not touching the spinal marrow. after, it’s perfect. so, don’t worry! I don’t cut off my toes. it’s the column’s pedicure.

    not really ok, but… wtf?!

    Octombrie 5, 2007 la 12:58 am

  3. lumsa

    sorry…

    Octombrie 5, 2007 la 5:19 am

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