stiletto crow - poetry show

Dream - real

A colleague had bought a vibrator, shaped something like a cross between a TV remote control and a toy car. How surprising, I thought, how mildly shocking even. I shouldn't be surprised actually, I thought.

It had several buzzing nodules on it.

It had been left in the fireplace (there are fireplaces in most of the rooms of our parental home). Later, I saw that my mother had placed a pile of burning coals in the grate.

The vibrator! I thought. I have to rescue it! I dug the dildo out of the coals, without letting my mother know what I was salvaging.

I brushed the coal dust off it and blew on it to cool it down. It was largely undamaged and it still worked.

I believe it was a Nike vibrator.