A Series of Things: Komodo Dragon August 13, 2013Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
Years ago, we met on a sidewalk in Portland. She was with many of her own kind. She fit in the back of my Subaru.
On the way home, we got caught in a blizzard. I had to stop at a friend’s in New Hampshire. She survived the night.
She lives in Martini Lounge, guarding hula hoops and a baby. I did not know she was a she until the baby showed up. To be honest, I’m only assuming she’s a she and that the baby is hers. (Komodos are, after all, egg layers.)
She wears a piece of twine on her front left wrist. She refuses to explain this.
Not everyone likes her. This puzzles me.
I don’t know if she likes the lava lamp or not, but so far, it’s remained on its mantel perch.