This is Not The Metamorphosis
John Biando
Prologue.
He flinches as the doctor moves the transducer over the
kicking lump in his hand. His trigger finger has locked,
making him perhaps the most useless member of the Detroit
Police Department. What he finds out next is unexpected.
1.
As Alex Murphy awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found
his hand transformed in his bed into a monstrous infant.
2.
The fat baby boy is wild eyed and wailing. Alex sticks his
head under the pillow so he can think. He will not name it.
Men name their penises, maybe, but he has never heard of a man
naming his hand. A shock of red fuzz hovers around the baby's
soft spot the way an evil fog clings to a rocky shore and
blots out the lighthouse.
3.
Alex holds it over the sticky toilet waiting for it to go.
It's impossible to change diapers with one hand, and he has a
wildlife biologist friend that does this with her African
Grey. As urine climbs down the seat and pitters against the
floor, he wonders if he should get it circumcised. This isn't
Europe, and if he ever goes out again people might question
how callous he is about his baby's sense of adjustment. At
least it's a boy, he thinks. He realizes that this is also the
silver lining in Rosemary's Baby, and that Rosemary
stupidly never realized it. The baby's chubby legs beat the
air like Wile E. Coyote when he runs out of earth.
4.
Alex wonders if this ruins the possibility of this being an
immaculate conception. He makes a list:
a) I got 5 plantar warts from gym showers (someone had to
leave
those there, waiting for a bus).
b) Everyone I can remember shaking hands with is a man (Am I
gay?).
c) That goddammed Beatrice told me she had genital herpes
(It's
probably hers).
The
baby's eyes dart as the fruit flies weave from the black
blurry bananas to the sink.
5.
There is a creature double feature on TNT tonight. Evil
Dead 2 and Nightmare on Elm Street. Alex wonders if
it is ok to watch these movies in front of a baby. Alex does
not consider himself a parent, but he might be a guardian. The
baby is in a foul, tempestuous mood for most of the first
movie, gaping his jaws so wide that it nearly folds its head
inside-out. It is only when Ash attaches the chainsaw to his
stump that the clouds part. The baby puts his hand on the
television screen and stares like it is a 3D picture.
6.
By his third shot and fourth beer Alex forgets that he is
concealing a baby-hand under his shirt. When he waves for
another MGD, he uses the wrong hand. The baby, who'd been
happily curled up in Alex's warm man-womb amongst droopy skin
and hair, lets out a squeak. The bar turns silent. The baby's
ears redden and he puts his whole hand in his mouth.
7.
It turns out that most people don't take a baby hand very
seriously. At least that's how it is at the Long Trail. Before
long Alex is using the V between the baby's chin and neck as a
pool crutch, and he is sinking long stop shots using hard
english strokes. Soon he's up $500, and he slinks out with the
third most desperate closing-time-woman, Shannon. The baby
hand, dreams around his cue-chalked forehead, lets out a
contented wad of drool that winds around Shannon's knees.
8.
As Alex is ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth (he
learned his lesson from Beatrice), the paper grocery bag he'd
put on the baby for decency catches on the bedpost and the
baby-hand tumbles out like so many bruised tomatoes. Shannon
wanted the lights off. The baby locks on to Shannon's breast,
face lit with a Viagra-mottled heat. She thrusts her chest
forward into the bubbling, cooing gums of youth.
9.
Alex lays back in bed. Tomorrow he is going to Baby Gap to get
his hand some fancy booties. That little dick of his pisses
pure gold like some kind of euphoric kewpie doll. Maybe get
him a jumper from the Fall fashion collection, too.
10.
In the middle of the night, Alex feels a pain. He'd made the
mistake of falling asleep while spooning Shannon, and the
baby-hand is blue, swollen and veiny on the other side of the
spoon. Alex jumps up and into a hot shower. Slowly, the
shallow chest pinkens, the cool lips spit up and feeling comes
back in pins and needles. That was close. What would he do
with a dead baby-hand? In response, the baby hand splays its
toes and lets out feces in a color reserved for pigeons.
11.
As Alex Murphy awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found
his baby's nose transformed in his bed into a monstrous labia.
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