Heinrich Floats Face-Down
nibbled by snails- you selfish bitch
- Germany’s not the holy land
- chin, belly and balls are jutting promontories
- grey stucco urinal
- always so malignant
Heinrich floats face-down in the vast aquarium; his chin, belly and balls are jutting promontories nibbled by snails that have slithered up the sides of the tank. His buttocks and snorkel protrude above the surface; they bulge forth into the air and give landing space to multicolored insect life.
In Heinrich’s memory, his mother’s voice assaults him. “Germany’s not the holy land,” she says icily. Well, neither is Queens, you selfish bitch.
Her words were always so malignant, like the smell of the grey stucco urinal in the back room of the “pet store” where Heinrich found solace among his invertebrate friends, and their nibbling.
This post is startlingly autobiographical! It’s brave of you to put it all out there like this.
My invertebrate friends put me up to it.
Do you always do what the snails tell you to? That might explain a few things, actually…