Gastropods
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Even after a small rain in Astoria the front walk is teeming with gastropods. It's like the wild kingdom. Snail shells ring the front arch like christmas lights, powered not by electricity but translucent pulsing meat. Slugs meet in the middle of the sidewalk, entwine, and leave a residue that look as if they've been liquefied. I step out and feel the little snap of their shells beneath my shoes. When the sun comes out the stragglers shrivel up like ancient worshipful cats, the kind the Egyptians used to put hats on. Am I within the five boroughs or an alien planet or what?
posted by Greg Purcell @ 12:36 PM,
