A Discourse Upon Foreskins
He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the leaves of the oak or elm. Ah, yes, he thought, it was a beautiful afternoon, and look at all these pages he’d blackened with ink! What a subject, he thought: foreskins!
Timepieces
In her side-view mirror, she saw the watch diminish to a glint stolen by the wind. She wished she could snuff out the sun as well, for it proved a nuclear timepiece, unavoidable if but for blind eyes, and even then you could still sense it on the skin as it stimulated melanocytes. Not to mention the globe’s diurnal nature, which in the absence of a sun would still succumb to the ticking stars— horologia galore. Oh, how foolish?