Tarzan at Two
On every Saturday afternoon at precisely 2:00, Tarzan finds himself waist deep in quicksand. For this, I do not blame the quicksand. Perhaps I do blame the quicksand but I blame it only once. A week passes by and once again, there is Tarzan, waist deep in quicksand. Now it's Tarzan's fault. Yet we are all creatures of habit; Tarzan is no different. For example: I once told a friend that in order to stop smoking, he must change his routines, and he agreed, and he did. And now when he answers the telephone, instead of lighting a cigarette, he watches Tarzan sinking in quicksand, every Saturday at 2:00, for we are all creatures of habit. Last week however, the phone rang at two and there was only quicksand on t.v. - no Tarzan. What could he do? He could answer the telephone. It was Tarzan on the telephone. He had a terrible secret to tell. The quicksand was crying. Tarzan had changed. The TV was dead. And he had poured himself a delicious glass of sparkling Merlot.
Ricky Garni is a graphic designer, cheesecake maker, and owner of an Italian bicycle named Love #3. His recent publications include ARTOCRATIC, RED RIVER REVIEW, and KITCHEN and his most recent book is DOTS. He lives in Carrboro, North Carolina, next door to the fire station.