Special Tedious Jellyfish Phone 3

the blank volume fit neatly like a tongue
in the mouth of the not nearly sister who
had just come out of the oven. when the
little book opened its mouth to speak,
we could see the edges of the earlier
tide pool with its little clumps of
salesmen and cars. i immediately
called over troy so he could sniff
glue up through its model and show
it pictures of swimming pools
running up the street to save our
mole chin convenience store the
trouble. the little volume was
okay, an ex-patriot dial-tone
played across its urchin display
sockets. i moved a fork over
to seal open its microphone.
good, i said. blank, it replied.