Radish Sandwiches
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my mother used to slice radishes thin and then scatter them aboard a slice of buttered wonder bread. what a strange lady. There was rarely a moment when residual smoke wasn’t curling out of her well defined nostrils. As a kid I thought, “Dragon”. Very cool.
but really more like a witch, a frightened and pissed off witch. she had good reason to be frightened; her father molested her sister and tried to do her too. Held him off with a steak knife, so she said.
there was always a cigarette burning in one or more rooms at the same time. Viceroys. Charcoal filter. Add a little carcinogenic to the lung cancer eh?
slowly but surely televisions, small ones appeared in every room and they were on, always on.
at 4 o’clock she would stop cleaning and recleaning the house and have her first of two martinis, dry-no vermouth.
Dinner was an uncertain time. She might attack my father. Really about the only time he was home and available to be attacked. She was so very angry. She was so very needy. She needed to be needed and he hid away at his office, poker games with the guys, fucking his secretary. I like how the word “secret” is in secretary. But nothing stays secret forever. Secrets scald and burn and change people when they reveal themselves. Secrets change the course of lives, someitmes in good ways, sometimes not.
Radish sandwiches on buttered Wonder bread; builds strong bodies...how many ways? Who knew there were so many memories waiting to be told in a radish sandwich?
my mother used to slice radishes thin and then scatter them aboard a slice of buttered wonder bread. what a strange lady. There was rarely a moment when residual smoke wasn’t curling out of her well defined nostrils. As a kid I thought, “Dragon”. Very cool.
but really more like a witch, a frightened and pissed off witch. she had good reason to be frightened; her father molested her sister and tried to do her too. Held him off with a steak knife, so she said.
there was always a cigarette burning in one or more rooms at the same time. Viceroys. Charcoal filter. Add a little carcinogenic to the lung cancer eh?
slowly but surely televisions, small ones appeared in every room and they were on, always on.
at 4 o’clock she would stop cleaning and recleaning the house and have her first of two martinis, dry-no vermouth.
Dinner was an uncertain time. She might attack my father. Really about the only time he was home and available to be attacked. She was so very angry. She was so very needy. She needed to be needed and he hid away at his office, poker games with the guys, fucking his secretary. I like how the word “secret” is in secretary. But nothing stays secret forever. Secrets scald and burn and change people when they reveal themselves. Secrets change the course of lives, someitmes in good ways, sometimes not.
Radish sandwiches on buttered Wonder bread; builds strong bodies...how many ways? Who knew there were so many memories waiting to be told in a radish sandwich?
