Flamethrower

Your young lover has driven you to a remote location in his Jeep.

It's a high altitude field, rather scrubby, where only strange grass blows.

The color is straw, you think. Strawlike grasses. But low and furious in the wind. Something alive and starving.

It looks like stop-motion film when you stare at it. The grass. Looks fake.

Your lover jumps out of the vehicle and grabs a strange costume out of the back. It's a cross between a beekeper's suit and the Michelin Man's costume. He explains it is inflammable, a suit they use in the movies and in some industries.

He hands you a flamethrower. He begins setting up a movie camera on a tripod in the field as the wind blows loud and louder. He said the microphone will probably catch only wind "but that's okay."

He shows you how to operate the flamethrower and tells you not to worry.

He explains the science of the thing and you try to listen and follow his arguments but you are just thinking how beautiful he is and flamethrower flamethrower Iwo Jima flamethrower Hiroshima flamethrower in your head in a sort of babble.

He explains where's going to stand and that you are to shoot the flamethrower at him and completely bathe him in fire.

You tell him your strong reservations, and he takes you in his arms and kisses you on the mouth. Slow. He pulls away laughing.

Convincing.

People are here on this planet to be convincing.

To convince other people. Of things.

He takes up his position and puts on the headpiece which actually locks down with clasps. He told you the faceplate he looks out of is 100 % silica. Just like they use in spacecraft. So he can watch the flames coming at him. Don't worry.

Don't worry.

The camera is rolling and he has taken up his place.

The wind blows very loud and the grasses whip this way, that way, tortured, tortuous, convincing as sentences in Virginia Woolf's prodigious diaries....things only make the sense they have to make.

He gives you what looks like a thumbs up and nods at you from about twenty feet away.

You ejaculate a stream of flammable gels which are on fire and you think of a dragon having an orgasm, you think of this as something that would come shooting out of a dragon's cock.

You laugh like an idiot.

As you probably vaporize the hot guy you are trying to think of as your boyfriend.

You think of the newspapers and the t.v. calling you a madman in a few hours, his charred body....

Your lover is jumping up and down as though he were in a Blues Brothers movie now while the flames bathe him.

At first you try missing him deliberately but soon you are spraying him directly.

He likes this.

This is really getting him off.

You must be a good lover.

You are older. You must be a good lover.

The field catches fire some.

He begins to walk towards you.

The camera is filming all this.

You think of William Burroughs killing his wife in Mexico playing William Tell with the apple and the gun what an asshole.

You think how hot your lover is.

He walks right up to you as the fire bathes him.

He signals you to "cut it."

You do.

He walks around a few seconds and then removes the headpiece and throws it on the ground.

He is laughing like an idiot.

He rushes towards you and throws his arms around you and you feel as though you are on fire.

There is a clasp that burns your chest.

You jump back and yell.

He is laughing like an idiot.

He looks at the camera.

"That was perfect," he says.

"Almost like getting married," he says.

You watch the grass whipping this way and that below his feet as he walks towards the camera on the tripod.

Even through the Michelin Man suit you realize what a great ass.