Banana Creme Pies for Sixty Percents by Shawn Misener
July 30, 2012 Comments Off on Banana Creme Pies for Sixty Percents by Shawn Misener
She’s talking to me about solar flares. There are so many words that I can’t make out, even though she is standing right in front of me. I think that on some meta-level we have bad transmission.
It’s bone quiet in the desert yet her words come at me through an invisible storm. She doesn’t seem to notice that I can’t understand her. I hear THE SUN and ELECTRICITY and MOTHER and GHOSTS. I hear SOLAR FLARES a few times. She is smiling. I know somehow that her name is Bobbi.
Suddenly the auditory havoc dies down and she falls into a loop, saying BANANA CREME PIES FOR SIXTY PERCENTS over and over.
I find my drums half-buried in the next dune over and play a funky beat over her ongoing vocal sample. There is a juice welling up inside of my gut.
My cell phone rings and it’s James Brown looking for Kenny G. I peer around the horizon but I can’t find the curly-maned soprano saxophonist. Bobbi continues looping on about the pies.
For a terrible second I realize that the desert is infinite, and that means death.
The aroma of coffee seeps through the cracks, followed in by the crying of an infant.
© 2012 Shawn Misener