phoebird
Sleeping Dogs
“If God had been here this summer, and seen the things that I have seen—I guess that He would think His Paradise superfluous”
(from an 1856 letter by Emily Dickinson)
It’s summer, the season of long lazy naps. Nothing can astonish us today — not because astonishing things won’t happen, but because it’s just too hot for astonishment. Beelzebub could appear in the sky, encircled in blue flame, holding a five-pointed pitchfork, and streaks of green-tinged lightning erupting from his ass, and we would not be astonished. “Sit,” we’d tell him. “Chill. Have a shandy.”
It’s summer, the tide will come in and go out and the dog will make snuffling noises, and an indolent cabana boy will arrive bearing a tray of lemon shandies, and we’ll have a drink, and Beelzebub will have a drink then fall asleep in his deck chair, and the tide will come in and go out.
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