This is a stuffed Gorilla (named "What")
that i met inside of a boy's bedroom.
the boy always smelt like cigarettes and gas station beer & liquor (which now evokes primal desires in me)
Now, the boy is far away forever but this Gorilla has stayed with me. I was on acid when i found him shoved beneath a corner behind the bed, i had been plucking through the rubble of empty alcohol containers (the boy hoarded them in overflows and stuffed them beneath his bed like it was a secret little ode to alcoholism)
Oh, how pretty it was when i had found a mesh of fur and pulled it to surface! (rescued it, really!) and my dinner plate pupils met the dinner plate pupils of this gorilla and i began to cry!
i began to cry, because all i could see were questions in his eyes.
i always knew (and had been told) i was made of inquiring eyes and i had found this Gorilla to look back at me with inquiry, finally "i" the questioner
was being asked questions by this mass of brown fur gorilla sort of thing!
I named him "What" and Vodka boy told me to keep him, for he was fated to be with me.
So here he is, still questioning everything and questioning me, and here are we questioning you!