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Practical fairy tales: Residue, doo do doo
Once upon too many times a beautiful princess noticed that Mr. Carrot reappeared. She felt compelled to contact him. Or he called and emailed. Or in a dream they were making love and in a nightmare he was stuck in her lungs like acrid smoke and she woke up coughing.
The beautiful princess told her princess sisters, who knew her history with Mr. Carrot, about a recent reappearance, and they railed at him. “Asshole.” “Shithead.” “What a fucking jerk!” At another time, perhaps in another life, their anger and cursing would have provoked the beautiful princess’s own anger. Now, as she heard more than one of her princess friends suggest, “Turn that cad into a cadaver,” the beautiful princess felt amused by this ghost of good and bad times past.
Mr. Carrot was busy, overworked, and stressed. He had told that to the beautiful princess, and he was talky talky talky about his own obsessions, ocupado, señoritas, so self-absorbed that the beautiful princess’s words he heard only as worship of himself.
She could have thought that Mr. Carrot was habitually impervious to happiness, but pondering him was pointless for the beautiful princess and it harmed her. His ghost was a disturbance of the peace.
Pondering Mr. Carrot was projection. He was a residue. Residue arises from memory. The beautiful princess benefited from contrasting residue with reality.
The ghost combusted and the beautiful phoenix princess ascended, sporting the gold leather evening bag, an extra lift, that she inherited from her mother.
The ghost evaporated and the princess in her comfy tennis shoes pressed the pulse at her wrist then kissed it.
Residue dissolved when she sang “doo do doo,” like Lou Reed in “Take a Walk on the Wild Side.”
The beautiful princess heard herself singing, solo and in harmonies with myriad princesses. A new Hallelujah Chorus.
The beautiful princess’s friends gave up their railing and she and they took to wild-side walking, known to the wise as crystal-clear desiring. Limitless desire fed them love, and now they listened to handsome princes who bore its fruit, not from any labor but from love itself.
- July 8, 2010
- Filed under: Love, Men and women
- Comments 1
doo do doo, do do do doo do doo, do do doo do
hey wild thing. these Mr C episodes are fun. you’re flowering, princessa. i guess by now i can be considered a regular reader.
recommending Sexing the Cherry by J Winterson; i think you’d love it.