Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth - Plot & Excerpts
Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth Fire i The morning you were made to leaveshe sat on the front steps,dress tucked between her thighs,a packet of Marlboro Lightsnear her bare feet, painting her nailsuntil the polish curdled.Her mother phoned– What do you mean he hit you?Your father hit me all the timebut I never left him.He pays the billsand he comes home at night,what more do you want? Later that night she picked the polish offwith her front teeth until the bed you sharedfor seven years seemed speckled with glitterand blood. ii On the drive to the hotel, you rememberthe funeral you went to as a little boy,double burial for a couple whoburned to death in their bedroom.The wife had been visitedby her husband’s lover,a young and beautiful woman who paradedher naked body in the couple’s kitchen,lifting her dress to expose breastsmottled with small fleshy marks,a back sucked and bruised, then dressed herselfand walked out of the front door.The wife, waiting for her husband to come home,doused herself in lighter fluid.
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