Object No. 69 of 100

[The auction for this Significant Object, with story by Stephanie Reents, has ended. Original price: 50 cents. Final price: $33.00. ]

1.

The transparency of glass is cruel.

2.

When the beige palm of the sky descends, there is no warning, no chicken calling, “The sky is falling.  The sky is falling.”

3.

A sphere has no beginning or end, and thus my story does not start, “Once upon a time, long, long ago – ”  But rather, “Yesterday, today, and tomorrow,”  or “Today, tomorrow, and yesterday.”  I was and am and will be.

4.

Desire: I am always swimming towards her, and she is always swimming away.  I know we are soul mates because we always travel at exactly the same speed.

5.

Snow globe is a misnomer.  This is a glitter globe.  All that glitters is not gold.  All that swim are not fish.  All that smiles…

6.

Yesterday, today, and tomorrow I call to her, and my own voice answers.  The water at the top of the sky kisses the glass, a maddening imitation of the real thing.

7.

“Wait for me, my love.”

“Wait for me, my love.”

“I am coming.”

“I am coming.”

“This is futile.

“This is futile.”

8.

I am sadder than a goldfish in a tank, a lion in a cement cell, a lightening bug in an old peanut butter jar.

9.

Then: the world around us changes.  The beige sky falls, and it begins to glitter, a flurry of horizontal, vertical, and diagonal light, and when the sky ascends and the glitter slows, I see we are a bubble on a broad, brown plain.  Something thicker than paper whirs and sings.  Light falls through other glass, warming my waters.  A little warmer, I think, and I will finally swim freely, finally meet my love.  A creature with two skies sits and tries to speak to us in staccato clicks and clacks, but soon grows frustrated and leaves.  “Don’t go,” I cry, “I have so many questions.”  I wait for an answer, even the echo of myself, even the stirring sound of kisses —

10.

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