06: June 2015 #04 - Dream # 26 with Consequences
Authored by Susan Konz
Dream # 26 with Consequences
by Susan Konz
My mother’s a wart, a wiped out baby swaddled by zombied dads and petrified second cousin Peter’s mauled right hand, asking for sweet port in aperitif crystal but no one’s coming – when the funeral starts, there in the box rolling over and threatening to tip off the boards with my mother, a baby gauzed in purple in my arms. She isn’t dead is refusing death like a tray of jerk shrimp at a wedding reception so Dad does what he has to do like he would and goes to find something blunt and hefty to clobber her with because otherwise she’ll fuck up the funeral he says, and he’s right, what will the guests do? They’re hungry and mostly still alive so they’ve got that over us & demand the respect the living demand from the dead. So dad’s trying and bless him, Peter with his gnashed up car-body, brother Mike, brother Paul come grunged & high and they’re all trying to get her still in the mange of the party all while keeping a polite arms length presence – a lot of wisped names in open window breezes and cabinet doors that swing open and stay that way all night and wait for the living to come get oatmeal from the microwaveable packets above the counter and see them open and know we’re here – out of respect this is done. This customary thing & the guests are so grateful they hardly notice the duck and pivot of my thirsty mother right out from my arms and headed god knows where.