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Len Kuntz
Peach Fuzz
This isn’t right, you know it at once. Maybe you were the abortion
that got away, that became absurd fruit. Or maybe there had been a
swap and if there was, perhaps it was intentional. After all,
listen to the violent night in the room right outside your door.
Was that meant for you, your misunderstood destiny? Mistakes
happen, but eventually someone has to cop to them, so where’s the cop?
Yes, where?
There are fake stars to distract you. However you enjoy
the real ones. You imagine yourself imbued with special powers,
settling into these abilities gingerly since it’s your first time
and you’re just a rookie super hero.
Oh my! You’re the big bad wolf to the ninety-fifth power. Holy,
Hell. You blow the roof to shreds without even trying. Maybe
you’re a super freak—no, not like that, not the song Liza danced
topless to with her boyfriend, Lance. Just freak with bizarre
capabilities.
Forget it. Look at the sky instead and see someone’s beautiful
litter, stars shimmering like gold pebbles in a giddy miner’s pan.
Don’t these people ever sleep?
Glass shatters. What is it this time? You’ve seen an arrow go
through the kitchen window. You’ve seen a flower vase take out a
rippled poster print of “The Scream.” Your favorite place to be, to
hide, was the downstairs bathroom, next to the toilet and toilet
roll, pretty much in the corner. You’d sit there—crouch there—knees
up to your chin, sometimes brushing your leg across the peach fuzz
on your cheek. Every five minutes the heat vent would donkey-kick
on, shooting up dusty warm gusts. You’d let the steamy air swirl
and search across your privates which had sprouted their own peach
fuzz.
You got caught. Whack! You always get caught, always will.
There’s a lesson here but you’re too stubborn and stupid and
frightened to hear it. That’s why you always go back to the
crib even though you’re too large for it. Can’t you hear the
support panels strain? You heard a cat or a bird die once,
squealing just before, and that’s how the crib sounds each time
you step in. Why can you hear that so well and not the other?
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