Beastly
Nightware
Herbert
quit his job at the National Bank to start his own business creating
and selling pajamas for pachyderms. He purchased an industrial sewing
machine and set up shop in his basement. Each species had its
preferences, and it wasn't long before Herbert fabricated the orders
accordingly: elephants enjoyed silk, rhinos couldn't get enough made
from cotton, and hippos loved flannel. But the pajamas most popular
among all the pachyderms, and made Herbert's name synonymous with beastly nightwear, are the hoofy
pajamas, especially the ones with the trapdoor in back, and checkered
with baby humans in various poses at play.
Coprolite
I once dated a woman who played a murderer in a made-for-TV movie. I
heard she and her third husband own a souvenir shop, selling petrified
dinosaur turds for $5. I fall asleep nightly listening to Tommy
Dorsey's I'll Never Smile Again,
on repeat. It snows each night in my dreams. I trudge through drifts on
stilts—my head brushing against ice-covered branches. I crunch my way
toward church-bell tintinnabulations I mistake for my former lover's
wheezy snores. When I wake, I find the naked lady tattooed on my right
arm has slid over to smell the rose on my left.
Joshua Michael Stewart
lives in Massachusetts. His poetry titles are Break Every String, The Bastard Children
of Dharma Bums, and Love
Something. His work has appeared in The Massachusetts Review, Salamander,
Brilliant Corners, 100-Word Story, New Flash Fiction Review, etc.