.
Equa married Nimity and all was very calm.
They breakfasted on their
aplomb,
and dined each night on the exquisite
balance
of their silent and sophisticated
sighs. Until, alas,
their elegantly half-closed eyes
half-gazed into
too many middle distances for far
too many days
.
en route to asking why their two
existences,
now joined, were such a bore. “I
can’t take it
any more,” Equa heckled Nimity. Nimity
decided it was time to put an end
to deadly calm.
They’d detonate a fragmentation
bomb! They got
one at the supermarket, tossed
it rashly into
.
their unused garage. Kaboom! Garage
barrage!
“You unrelentingly fragmented
me!” besqueaked
a quivering pile of yellow wood
chips. “I used
to be a totem pole! From
Warsaw!” whimpered
several thousand other splinters
on the floor.
Nimity and Equa wondered how to make amends:
.
“We’d help you if we had the
hands to do so!”
Then Equa suddenly remembered what was
in her trousseau. A magic wand!
It had learned
to wave itself and do its shticks
in school back
in the Great Beyond. Equa promised: “It will raise
your status, Totem! Just you watch!”
The wand
.
obliged, re-purposing the wooden
chips into
a loopy many-elbowed angled and
all-purpose
worker, front and back entangling
over, onto
Nimity
and Equa, now a new, un-fractured
golden
handyman. A grand debut! Unfathomably
new!
Factotum
Pole! Considerably bent, but whole.
.
.
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