Monkey Robot Goes To A House Party
Monkey Robot places itself in the company of the Movie Star and a boy names Dash. The Movie Star wears oversized sunglasses, and a pink hooded sweat shirt, not wanting to be recognized on this friday night. Dash moves around behind them both in a quiet complaining sort of way, leather jacket creaking, his mouth a tree oil clean.
They walk along the path that runs along the good side of the train tracks and with a somewhat good conscious cross over them. The party takes place in the house that is next door to the house where every party on Cherry Street usually happens. The build is identical, and they all know the layout. They are certain where the living room is, they all know where to find the beer in the kitchen.
There is no beer in the kitchen.
Just a petition on there refrigerator door.
Monkey Robot signs the petition.
Monkey Robot doesn’t know what the Monkey Robot is petitioning.
Monkey Robot walks into the living room hoping the petition is petitioning the fact that there is no beer at the party.
The kids dance.
The Movie Star talks. Dash carves his initials in the wood paneling.
The kids jump around to Le Tigre, and the TV screen glows them blue.
There is one word on the display.
NO.
That is the word, and someone has scrawled this to a piece of toilet paper and taped it to the blue screen. The word LOVE is also scrawled in black.
Monkey Robot eyes follow the room.
Behind a sheet nailed to the corner of the room two pair of shoes mingle, and someone's tie drops to the floor and is stepped on.
And the kids dance some more.
And the floor bounces.
And Monkey Robot walks to the porch, thinking that if the floor were to fall in, Monkey Robot would rather not expire crumpled next to someone Monkey Robot didn’t know well, or was sure that Monkey Robot particularly liked.
On the porch, Monkey Robot meets the mixologist.
She talks to Monkey Robot with red lips. She stretches in her red shirt, and tells Monkey Robot about an hour and half of her life spent learning how to cut fruit. This is something you will do when one becomes a mixologist.
Monkey Robot notices that her black shoes have a deliberate shine.
Monkey Robot notices that her red shirt loves curves.
Monkey Robot may have said this to the mixologist.
The mixologist says that she is a mixologist. She tells the Monkey Robot this by expelling breath between red lips. She drinks a mixed drink from a thermal coffee cup. The mixologist looks at Monkey Robot in her black skirt and red lips.
With red lips and black hair, and a shine to her shoes she stands up straight, and tells Monkey Robot to follow her.
Monkey Robot follows the mixologist around the corner of the winding porch. The mixologist puts a finger to her red lips, stops, and points to a window of a room in the house
Through the blind they watch a woman.
Through the blind they watch a woman check herself in a mirror.
The mixologist leans to the Monkey Robot, and softly, through red lips, says, “She has been in there for an hour.”
Through the blind they watch the woman move her right hand to her face and pull her long hair back, and smile.
In the dark, around the corner, away from the light, the mixologist and Monkey Robot watch a woman through the blind.
In the dark, the mixologist takes Monkey Robot’s left hand and hold tight.
Away from the light, the mixologist, breaths a little heavier through red lips.
They do not look at each other.
They watch through the blind as a woman with long hair smiles to the mirror.
They watch through the blind as a woman with long hair puts her lips together.
They watch through the blind as a woman with long hair smiles to the mirror.
They hold hands, and watch through the blind as a woman with long hair smiles.
