The Baby’s Terrible Diaper


First he saw a gruesome accident and fainted. Then he witnessed a jury marching
towards defeat and he fainted again. His wife assured him no one knew about the baby’s
terrible diaper.
That’s when two little mice in a boat were suddenly flung end over end for no
apparent reason. “Can we keep him?” said the little wife, thinking one mouse split into
two pieces, thinking bottom half of a cage floating on water. Thinking singular.
He was not the father expected but celebratory just the same. His own children
were swimming into something equally distasteful and perhaps tiring quickly.
He felt his skin change. He felt the air begin tasting him. You see, people who ate
at the hotel liked to look out the dining room window.
No big winds were carrying things off today.
Finally he began moving in the furniture. He considered the mouth of an open
thing that closed when you touched it. As if the accident itself could still remain lucid.

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.