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She'd like to be in a glass-bottom blimp and she would like to be lying on the glass, her stomach on the glass and her looking down on the countryside below. It's a blistering June day, 100 degrees in the shade, easy, and she is lying absolutely still, feeling an ice cube slowly melt on top of her forehead and trickle down her temples. The blimp would be air-conditioned, she thinks, and the glass would be cool and she'd lay her arms and legs prone on the glass bottom and feel the coolness of the glass on her skin, until she started warming the glass with her skin and then she'd move her limbs a couple of inches over so they were resting on a new part of the glass. | |
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She would watch the slowly-moving landscape below as her cheek rested against the glass and the driver would say, "Hey lady, do you want to type something on the big electronic billboard?" and she'd yell Of course! and she'd type something cool and artistic like that palindrome Anne Sexton was so obsessed with that she could never remember, RATS blank ON NO blank STAR, something like that, something about rats and stars. Or she'd type WORKERS OF THE WORLD UNITE! or maybe I'M NO KILLER; POETS ARE NO KILLERS which is from Lolita and is her favorite quote right now 'cause she's reading it right now. | |
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Or no, fuck it, maybe she'd just type I JUST FARTED or HA HA I'M HIGHER THAN YOU or something really stupid just because she could. She has four fans going in her room today, all on high, hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk a crazy drunk in the park would say if there really was such a thing as a crazy drunk in the park. She'd yell at the blimp driver, Take the blimp higher! and he would but not high enough, she'd keep yelling Higher! Higher! and he'd say Lady, we can't go any higher, the blimp will pop and we'll all die. And she'd say Oh. And then he'd say What do you want to do now but the thrill would be gone and she'd say Oh, just put me down I guess, drop me off at the coffeehouse, I think I'll get an iced coffee or something. The ice cube melts completely off her forehead and she puts a new one up there and one on her stomach, and she thinks, The heat can sure do some crazy things to you sometimes. |
