For women who want that
King Ghidorah feeling but
don’t want to date
the King.”
That’s what the box said
on it. Beneath this late-night aimed slogan
was a picture of the three-headed
dragon that used to bump
heads w/ Godzilla & Mothra
in Tokyo.
Barb found the box next
to a dumpster at
her job.
It was a prototype shown
at, and rejected at, the
Pittsburgh New Sexual & Kitchen-Usable
Appliances Convention.
This device, as Barb discovered,
left the users partially invalid
for several hours–
The mistaken short-sightedness of marrying a
metallic-schlong & a garbage disposal.
Barb lay stunned– like a tropical fish
that is dynamited out of a corral reef– on her
bedroom floor,
reading the various attachments
on the box as a means
of pawning clarity.
“Tongue types included:
Special candy-button romance;
Cat’s tongue denial; and
lazy butter knife.
Also, the long awaited
Hydra-attachment.”
In her ears blimped a Lionel Train
& the stops it made were
reminders to lock the bedroom door
when her parents were home.