Cat! Cat Winslet! Come on, come over here! You’re so pretty!
Chelsea has stretched too far; she slides off the bed. Cat Winslet walks over, licks Chelsea’s finger, and then walks up onto her stomach, and around in a couple circles. Chelsea puts her hand on top of Cat’s fur, and it’s so fucking soft.
See, I take good care of you! I gave you a good home, right? ‘Cause you just let me know if you need anything, and I’ll be there….in a hurry, ya don’t have to worry…
I’m serious, though. You’re stuck with me. I’m gonna bury you one day.
Holy shit, you’re gonna be with me for your ever! I’m gonna bury you. I’ll do it. I don’t even care about symbolism, but it’ll be the last thing I know for sure I’ll do for you. I don’t know if you want me to or not, but it’s a promise now.
*Published with Bay Area Generations
There are six people in this bed. Two of us are having sex, and the other four are our parents, who made this moment possible and are trying to look away, pretending the mattress can shake this way of its own accord, and his mom and my mom are ending every sentence with a sigh, and asking about each other’s commute, and children, while my dad’s offering his dad a Coors Light, and talking about fixing this bed- but their conversation stops when they get to children because their heads go straight to the sex they’re all working to ignore, that’s going on right now, with his hand on my neck like we’ve both seen in porn- separately, and never told each other; just, he put his hand on my neck and I liked the feeling of surrendering, especially to someone as kind as my father. Especially to someone who loves his mother, the sagging lady at the foot of the bed who won’t look at me, I just know it, even though his hand is flat against my cheek, rubbing my teeth against my cheek, my face into the mattress, and he’s turning my ass over and pretending not to look at his father, pretending not to hope his father’s watching, pretending not to hope his father’s proud, because he doesn’t want to think that he wants to be as good as his dad was at giving his mother a baby boy, at twisting up and fucking his mother and when I’m on top I hope this isn’t how my mother did it, letting her nipples slap his cheeks as he rubs her clit, a word neither of us learned from the other people in this bed, who knew full well and didn’t tell us.
*Earlier draft published in When in Drought: A User’s Manual
*Also published in Quiet Lightning’s Sparkle & Blink, in YESYESYES, and in Red Light Lit.