mama's not trying to be the pretentious by talking about her eds but mama gets a little tickled that this alabama girl's gots eds. it makes her giggle a little as she sweats on her sunbleached porch & gets too hot to even lift the moonshine jug up to her mouth. that's when she calls for one of the chilluns & if they're smart they're already gone playing in the swamp out back...
mama's eds want you to check out their good books. mama wants you to check out their good books. mama wants you. mama wants you to check out her book there, too. Homegirl! is mama's only child she don't make fan her or bring her highballs... Homegirl! is the only child mama don't shush when her stories are on & the only child she don't chase through the house with a switch for eating up all her marshmallow fluffs.
this is TWELVE:
For Richboy, love is a beating thing; love is a frog. Love is a tadpole you scoop out of pond scum and hold wiggling in your palm and you hold it there and watch it squirm and it squirms its small moist life against you and you feel something and you can let that thing grow and it will grow into a frog and it will have those long strong back legs and it will jumpkick its ass out of your hand at its first chance, you know, but you hope against hope the frog will stay there contented in your hand or you can start to feel something in the small moist thing and you know what comes next, what the frog’ll do cos it’s happened before and you can’t take this feeling, beating, kicking, wettish thing so you close your hand quickly and squish the little squirmer before it can even get its fucking legs.
For Punkboy, love is a cat that creeps up slowly on soft padded paws and you don’t hear or see or smell or even feel this creeping stalking thing and then it’s there in your lap and it’s purring and rubbing and biting and clawing and catnippy and then it’s jumping free and chasing and being chased and catnippy again and there is the wailing and the barbed penis and the being stuck together and it’s scary and crazy and you’re afraid of the pulling out and you are oh so high.
We know what it is for Homegirl; or what Homegirl thinks it is.
much & big loves,