October 16, 2014

“I went to my mother who stood in the center of the kitchen holding a piece of toast in the air while asking, Would you care for a piece of whale? I went to the refrigerator and the milk jug label read WHALE. I squeezed an orange into a glass and mother said, Aren’t you allergic to whale? Mother went to the oven and pulled out a steaming loaf of black custard. She asked, A whale slice? She went to the table with the loaf, laid it down, and jabbed a fork against her tongue. She said, My whale hurts.”

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