|
radio, fiction, free mom and son sex, nihilism, zen, corpse, web dafesign, mom son sex, shwarma, agnosticism, gladys' comedy room, 1996 cricket world cup, dogging, mother son porn, angry, sexaul harassment, drunk driving, prayer, chick,
|
I talked to Carmen, look I' m still fucking mad as hell, but I can't keep this up. Rest here, I like this place, I come here a lot. I hope you're happy (this last said in naked earnest). I opened the twistie and threw the baggy up, naked holding the bottom corners. Instead of the even, gentle dispersal I had imagined, my mother's ashes came out in three or four heavy lumps, and formed some odd but distinct shapes on the ground naked a few feet away. I crawled down and spread her around a bit. Then I left. It rained lightly two days later, and washed the hill. Ron Morgan discovered his adoptee status late in life and sat around in a stupor until he crossed the border into Bastard Nation. He lives in San Francisco and has recently found his maternal birthfamily His birthmother died last year, before he could find her. This article first appeared in the Summer 1997 issue of the Bastard Quarterly.
|
