“Yeah, better than if you were leaning over the railing to see a sealion, and your glasses fell off, into the water. Plop! Then a sealion came up wearing your glasses.”
I was giggling at this fantasy, as I told it. “I’d be like–hey, cute sealion! And then I would turn into a selkie, and go off swimming. And you could swim too, and we would live in the ocean. Did you ever think of that?”
No, Ming did not ever think of that. My imagination has been extra, lately.
instrument
“I saw something today you didn’t see,” I told Ming. We had been at this lot, pulled over for a rest, almost to Ash Fork, here in Arizona, on our way home. I was looking at trash.
“What was it?” he asked.
“It was a busted car part,” I said. “But it looked like something else. Did you ever experience that? Where it looks like an amazing thing, but the actual thing is not so great?”
“Yeah, I have,” Ming said.
“It looked like a magical musical instrument. Like a fairy left on the ground this beautiful metal musical instrument thing. But it was actually a busted car part. Hmm, sad.” I imagined it there on the ground, glowing blueish.
“Yeah,” he said.
“I was going to pick it up, too, and play it. Even if it had fairy baboso all over it,” I said.
“Fairy baboso?” he asked.
“Yeah! Do you think that’s gross?”
“Maybe,” Ming said.
“Baboso of fairies is not that gross. It tastes like moon beams,” I said.
“Mung beans?”
“Moon beams! Moon beans taste really different from mung beans.”
I’ve been thinking about fairies a lot lately. Probably they pollinate saguaro flowers at night, along with bats.
bun
Bunny reminds me of a fairy. Maybe he’s a fairy in bunny form.
