Fairyland

“The Last Thing A 1994 Honda Civic’s Catalytic Converter Will Ever See Before I Pawn It For Gas Station B*ner Pills.”

You haven’t finished your ape, said mother to father,  who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I’ve had enough monkey, cried father. You didn’t eat the hands, and I went to all the  trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother. I’ll just nibble on its forehead, and then I’ve had enough,  said father. I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said  mother. Why don’t you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay  the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured  skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These  aren’t dinners, these are post-mortem dissections. Try a piece of its gum, I’ve stuffed its mouth with bread,  said mother. Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into  its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father. Break one of the ears off, they’re so crispy, said mother. I wish to hell you’d put underpants on these apes; even a  jockstrap, screamed father. Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything  more than simple meat, screamed mother.  Well what’s with this ribbon tied in a bow on its privates?  screamed father. Are you saying that I am in love with this vicious creature?  That I would submit my female opening to this brute? That after  we had love on the kitchen floor I would put him in the oven, after  breaking his head with a frying pan; and then serve him to my husband,  that my husband might eat the evidence of my infidelity … ? I’m just saying that I’m damn sick of ape every night,  cried father. 

1. the snow

2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms