A SHORT SHORT sTORY
by Holly Wilson
Holly Wilson received an MFA from Wichita State University and is currently a doctoral candidate at Florida State University. She was a 2005 finalist for the Miami University Novella Prize, and her work has appeared in several reviews and literary journals. Wilson makes her home in Tallahassee, Florida, where she is at work on a novel.
SO I’VE GOT that city tree trimmer Jimmy backed up against the door of my trailer and my hands are in his pants tickling his balls and his neck smells like moldy leaves. I brought him inside to show him my Andy Warhol poster collection, my 210 Coca-Cola Bottles (1962) on the fridge, Turquoise Marilyn (1964) in the living room above the divan, and my favorite, Gun (1981–82), over my bed, and then I told him all about Warhol, the greatest artist of the twentieth century, and I told him about the Factory and Ultra Violet and the others and how Andy lived through art, and then, right then and there, Jimmy ripped off my So-Fro uniform and went to kiss me, but instead, surprise, he licked all around my teeth with his tongue, top ones first, then the bottom ones, and I thought, this is it! A true art experience! So I went after him, pushed him up against the door, and now we are like a wild animal wanting to eat itself tail first, and how wonderful it is, and if we both die doing it, that would be okay because it would mean that we’d die having truly, truly lived.
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