Making Babies With My Mother

I dreamt I was making babies with my mother on a stove-top,

No, no, no – not like that. What filthy minds abbreviate details into tales of Kings and Oedipal seashells,

We were cooking tiny babies, the size of tofu blocks, on the stove-top,

Juicy, succulent, fetuses, at least a dozen, simmering and stewing in one pot and one pan,

They’d been ordered from Netflix,

What a kick, what a kick!

Called customer service, but I didn’t really want them to live, how would my mother and I take care of a dozen or more kids? Turned up the heat,

What a way to live.

Monday, 15 July 2019 00:50

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