Holiday lights at LemonGrass Thai as Harleys do their charity parade, double wide hogs decked in lights and seasonal giving. Goddammit if I didn't miss the end-of-sumer fest featuring the cast of Sons of Anarchy.
A reiki practitioner invites me to his home, to welcome me to St. Pete, and gives me this cocoon. I can only think Jessica Tandy. I should have thought about the cat. Even though I put it on a high shelf, when it emerges, I am hung-over, exhausted from networking all night at the exotic dance club. passed out, a such when it flutters to the ground and the cat destroys its wings. I feel like a negligent murderer. Maybe foretold by this piece of gold glitter that got affixed to the chrysalis a couple weeks ago.
Artie Glove transfers the monarch, broken, to the sweet potato and basil pot on the balcony. I wonder if I should kill it, to be merciful. Two days late, it has climbed the herbal fronds and it is flexing its wings slowly, methodically, as if to rehabilitate. A kind of Christmas miracle.
Artie Glove plays the wolf man ingenue in flannels.
I make land and water turtle Christmas cards--a very glittery Flordacana flipflop kind of card. My answer to who I can only be this coming year, slo-mo-burlesque.
