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.
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