Dé Céadaoin, Nollaig 12, 2007

Christmas memories

My mother and I, December of 1982.

I wasn't allowed back into the house until I had devoured both carcasses. This took about six weeks.

When the blizzards came, I was forced to burrow inside one body cavity or the other.

This taught me to value rotting animal flesh more than the touch of any woman.

No comments: