Bob Schofield's "Darkish Night"

"One time I dreamed I was part-Batman, part-zipper, floating over a city of liars. I flashed my toothpick fangs at strangers. I beat my purple wings. Turned out I was the biggest liar of them all. And life was good. I kept moving, my head down. No one ever saw my face. One night my zipper caught on the edge of a crescent moon. I felt some unpleasant truth spill out of me. Even at that height I could hear it, that truth, plopping sad and wet against the concrete, the roofs of cars, the domes of a hundred grim umbrellas. I had never felt so vulnerable, so alone. So certain I was going to die right then in the middle of space, just a hovering closet of senseless human mayonnaise."

- Bob Schofield