Clueless, or Holiday! Part II

To kick off the weekend right, here’s the thrilling conclusion of Holiday!, another excerpt from The Gay Divorce.

Clueless, or Holiday! Part II

1.

Wrapped in something soft, I blink my eyes open against the white haze—

Whoa! I’m floating in a glass egg 

I can’t remember how I got here,

how I ended up a yolk floating in an albumen of feathers,

exploded from queen duvets, mingling with the snow flakes 

as I float high above Brooklyn Bridge Boulevard.

I can’t see anything at first, too white, 

then through the snow you could see this tower up ahead, several,

a cluster of highrises,

down a cold side street, high up in the sky, 

the friendly glow of Michaels crafts, 

the softened snow sirens, skybox, 

mothership, all glass walls, which somehow we pass through (science)

as my egg finds its destination— 

and you can watch the snow from inside, 

but you won’t be able to get warm there, 

pricey but never soft, 

haunted from the jump. 

I know this place. Is this home? Why does it feel so scary? 

I feel like a holog…