Day of the Fork
Fork comes. It put lips around it and sucks. Its tongue is in the way. It tries to swallow tongue, chokes. It thinks, Fork go out! Fork goes out. Paper comes. It keeps peas in mouth, spits them. It makes paper green. Paper goes back to blur. From blur comes nothing. It stares into blur. It thinks, Fork where are you? Warmth comes. Lips come, wide, purple, teeth come, hole comes, tiny stones in it. Hole smells. It closes eyes, sucked by hole. It calls fork to be saved from the warmth of hole. Hole says, such a big big boy.
Luca Dipierro is a writer, filmmaker and illustrator living in Brooklyn, NY. To read/see some of his work go to www.lucadipierro.com. Luca blogs at blackbiscotti.blogspot.com