| "We met last night down in the bar.
I was at a disadvantage, in an unknown sector of an unknown town. I usually stick to myself. I was just passing through.
In the light coming through the Venetian blinds she looked eerie, only half-corporeal, like a strong breeze would disperse her.
She is a beautiful woman, I think, watching her sleep in the shadows, in disreputable hotel sheets. She is a beautiful woman, but she is every bit of the forty-five years she will actually cop to. You can see that when the various restraints and fasteners come unhooked, when you are close enough to see the faint bars of silver just cresting the skin of her scalp.
She blinks in the half-light. I stub out my cigarette. Did I wake you I ask No I had this dream she says. What was it? I say. I was a rabbit she says, being chased by a hunter; I was a rabbit in my favorite book. Which one is that I ask. Watership Down she says. I never read Watership Down I say. Come back to bed she says.
And for the third time that night I make love to former governor of Alaska Sarah Louise Palin." |
