Primordial: An Abstraction

6

There are still two days before classes begin.

Bored and lonely, I go to a fraternity party.

They’re shooting a pornographic film in the cafeteria.

They have sophisticated camera equipment. Flashbulbs pop like pillow-soft gunfire.

I was a member of this fraternity and I ate in this cafeteria and it has the same hybrid scent of stale beer and body odor and fried chicken.

I don’t understand the porno.

“What is this?” I exclaim. “When I belonged to this fraternity we just got drunk, pulled down our pants and spanked each other with wooden paddles until our bottoms turned purple. For the love of God, I can see inside that young lady’s pudendum. This is so. . adult.”

Everybody glares at me.

And I am reassured that the Universe does not want us to know what lurks beneath its skirt.