Out the Wazoo
Anthony Cordello I woke up to a dorsal fin tenting my stomach, circling my belly button. Under the glare of the emergency flashlight I could make out the telltale shape of a hammerhead shark locked in what seemed like a scavenging pattern through my lower intestines.This explained the doodle of a shark on the bottle label right between the dilated eye and the crossed-out martini. I named him Michael but changed it to Michelle when twelve, thirteen smaller fins popped up following their mother. I spent my Saturday night picking out M names while taking a much deserved salt water bath and enough pills to dissolve the walls of the tub. |
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About the Author: Anthony Cordello has work in decomP, Jersey Devil Press, Jellyfish Review, Apocrypha and Abstractions, and the Airgonaut. He has a MFA from Fairfield University. He'll make a website, eventually.
