It wears a golden tutu, a spinning disco ball effect. I’m dizzy, off-balance.
I’m trying to eat breakfast. It’s wearing old-fashioned roller skates and boogies to a Parliament Funkadelic song, doing splits in my kitchen.
It doesn’t suffer our pressure of memory.
It rolls by me, one leg a right angle to the other, and I punch it in the chest. It falls on its ass, roller skates askew. I lift the spoon of cold oatmeal to my mouth as it crawls out of the room. I’m not in the mood to dance, trying not to chew to my destruction.
Ron Burch’s fiction has been published in numerous literary journals including South Dakota Review, Fiction International, Mississippi Review, and been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. His new novel, JDP, comes out in 2021 from BlazeVox books. He lives in Los Angeles.