A Chair, A Dog, Two People and Flies

06/06/14

A man says, “There’s flyshit on the chair.” He is smiling. A woman says, “I
suppose there is flyshit on the chair.”
Flies fly around the shat upon chair. A dog comes into the room and sits down. A
woman says, “I suppose there is flyshit on the dog.”
A man says, “There’s flyshit on the ceiling.” He is smiling. A woman looks out the
window. For a moment the specks of flyshit sparkle in the moonlight. She is smiling.
But a man says, “There is flyshit on the chair.”
A man says, “I’m going to paint the ceiling.” A woman says, “I’m going to paint
the chair.” A man says, “I think I’ll paint the ceiling white.” A woman says, “That chair
wants to be a brown chair.”
A man sits down on a chair and begins writing on a piece of paper. A woman
thinks, “Now there is flyshit on that man.”
A woman says, “You’re getting it all wrong. Let me do that.” A man says, “That
isn’t the way you’re supposed to do it.” A woman says, “Then do it yourself.” A man
says, “Then you paint that stupid chair yourself.”
A man does and a woman does and they don’t have any children but the chair dries
and the ceiling dries and the flyshit sparkles and a dog comes into the room and sits
down.



Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.