| i cut propecia tablets into a fine pink powder and scrape the powder into an outline of the state of florida. i snort half of florida with one nostril and half with the other. i stop for a second between miami and jacksonville to catch my breath. i pick my nostrils with a desert fork. propecia powder dribbles, tangled in my nose hairs. i walk around all day with propecia dust stuck to my cartilage and lips. propecia congeals behind my sinus and drizzles slowly down the back of my throat, over my tonsils, into my lungs and stomach. i look at my reflection in the side of a building and try to picture myself with a new appearance. i stare at my image deeply and see the future. i will have a beatles’ haircut. it will be ‘the sixties’ again. i will wear sunglasses and meet people in tie-dyed shirts talking extremely fast about the sprouts of hair growing from my mouth and down my chest. i will be happy. hair will bud from my esophagus and reach out across my tongue, through my teeth, like a plant towards the light. i will cut my hair into any style i want. i will comb my hair tongue with gel and shampoo it three times a week. i imagine myself moving down the street, sticking my hair tongue out at under-aged girls, licking people on the subway platform. i envision both my hands working gently in a city park braiding my hair tongue beneath a magnolia tree, my fingers dance as if playing a flute. i will embrace people and wrap my hair tongue around their necks. i will shoot propecia snot rockets at their faces as i hold them in place. pink mucous will trickle into their eyes and they will laugh at themselves hysterically. i will steal ten bottles of propecia from the walgreens pharmacy and grind the pills in a blender with bananas, strawberries, peaches, and ice cubes and i will drink my propecia smoothie. soon my entire body will be composed of hair. my skin will be hair. the muscles beneath my skin will be hair. all my bones and my flesh will be thick, radiant hair. my penis will be a wavy beard and my testicles will be curly, dark locks. i will comb by hair body carefully and mist myself with expensive salon-quality hairspray. once i am completely saturated i will strike a match and hold it up to my face and snort the flame into me. |
