Juan and Me

Celebrating National Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month

Corney Press

I had done an excellent job of prepping.  Drained not one but two liters of lemon Golightly.

The surgeon’s camera winked sassily when they wheeled me into the operating theater.
The compressor sang “Bottoms Up,” as the propofol dripped into my vein. I drifted off grinning as the healer remarked, just think of Juan.

Juan, like my, alter ego Concetta,
twenty-four, well-proportioned, and very tan…too tan perhaps
but that was another dream.
I waited outside the cave, as Juan arrived sporting a prototype of The Rolex Oyster Perpetual Submariner 40mm black face, steel dive watch with fully charged gas tritium tubes. The cave entrance illumed as
Juan and I explored a new tunnel where several sulfurous geysers
had freshly erupted, finding an iPhone 6,  rubber chicken and two shiny quarters littering the path, but no polyps or other strange outgrowths.

©Cornelia DeDona 3/5/18

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