Monday, June 16, 2003

 

Fast

A plane flies past.

Fatima and her daughters prepare for a feast.
A butterfly enters through their kitchen window,
and lands on the youngest daughter's shoulder.
Next door, Mrs. Browne says,
" Stay out of the 'fridge, Billy jnr, you know
that you can't take communion if you
eat before mass."

After twenty five days,
the prisoner's demands are met.
Bill sips his water slowly.
A plane flies past.

Joe's doing one-twenty in a sixty zone.
He turns to Helen,
his surgically enhanced new wife and says,
"If she were my daughter I'd force her to eat"
He spits out the window and the spit flies back onto his face.
He wipes the spit off with his hand,
and then wipes his hand onto his trousers.
A plane flies past.
"I mean forget the psychobabble,
I'd make her eat."
They arrive at the hospital; Helen gets out.
Joe doesn't.
He drives off as though he has an angry hornet up his arse.

"Hell 'n' back, Hell' n' back
Helen's been to Hell and back"
that's what the kids in her sixth grade
class to used say.
Hell and back.
Yep. Many a time.
A plane flies past

Helen and her daughter, Anna, have lunch
away from the hospital.
They eat at an outdoor cafe.
Well, actually,
Helen eats; Anna doesn't.
The sun shines down on the
white downy hairs on Anna's arms.
" Dr O'Neill tells me you're doing much better"
A plane flies past.

Katie 'the pensive one' O'Neill puts down her spoon and asks,
"Mum, why's breakfast called breakfast?"
"Sorry, Katie, I'm late for work, ask your dad.
Now, come and give mummy a kiss.
Kiss, kiss, mmmmwwwwahhh!
Then to her husband,
"I'll be working back late at the hospital tonight."
They kiss.
She rushes off.

“Why is breakfast called breakfast, dad?
It's called breakfast, petal, because


A plane crashes.

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