Friday 30 November 2012

#13 - The Suitcase Contained A False Bottom

In the cheap suite in Manila, Drenton flipped the brass latches
and prayed. A ceiling fan churned the dead wet air;
if I wanted a gecko I would have paid for one,

he thought. A gecko lay by the telephone,
spooning the black plastic receiver and winking.
Inside the tan case with tartan lining

were a pair of vacuum-moulded latex buttocks,
English as hollyhocks,
pale as a new widow.
He strapped them on.

In the wardrobe mirror he was transformed.
He patted the right cheek
and it honked like a goose.

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