this interview is all wrong

after flying down the milky clouds into the absence of a city, the elder had walked to the agreed
locale, one that imitates a Moroccan café-brothel but is filled with tweety girls a-humpin and
young ballers-to-be, all fuggy with zing, pinballing against collared waitstaff serving foie gras
with olive oil gel under arabesque chandeliers and cracked mirrors.

this is not tangiers. the sweetened mint tea helps stabilize his reality.

the elder reminds himself: it is friday, late of dusk and festive, and the dark men who will be
interviewing him are at the backbar finishing their juvenilia cocktails.

so he continues to scan the room. silver and bone inlay, dank fog in the back, probably from a
hookah but who knows, the tackiest goatskin coffee table, and he wonders why a toy airplane
with ten seats would ever want to set ground here. chaabi trance thumps and bumps the tea
saucer, the same seven notes, phrygian spikes driven down the elder’s brain.

the elder could use a shave, but remains professional, prompt, and sadly, alert. the dark men
approach, they stagger angry and aggressive. he reaches for the mint tea, bitter now, one last
time.

 

Artwork © TJ Edson

Artwork © TJ Edson

 

Jake Tringali: Born in Boston. Lived up and down the East Coast, and then up and down the West Coast, and currently in Los Angeles. Runs rad restaurants. Thrives in a habitat of bars, punk rock shows, and a sprinkling of burlesque performers. Throughout 2015, publications include Catch & Release, Boston Poetry Magazine, Indiana Voice Journal, and twelve other fine journals.

TJ Edson is the Art Director of Oddball Magazine and a volunteer at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery. He has also had work appear recently in Boston Compass.