I like Stories with Bitches as Characters
Words by Mimi Salazar
Images - Tattle Tail by Ray Caesar
the ones who desire their progeny
the ones who abandon it
the ones who guard it jealously
the ones who despise it
the ones who kill and eat their puppies
a true pack of mongrel bitches
my mother’s neighborhood
nothing is being done about it
howling + bloody +
destroying their limbs and
pieces - for the sake of carnal odors,
of she-animal fights.
My sister and her love for bitches.
My father declaring his yard a burial ground for bitches.
My neighbor’s name is Yes, her dog, small, white, furry. Yes carries her around in a purse, her little dancing head looking out at everybody on the bus, which Yes takes on Wilshire. People smile when they see the little furball.
Dog = “mammal, carnivorous, domestic, of very variable size, shape and fur according to the breed. A sharp sense of smell and some intelligence. Profoundly loyal.” = Reads the dictionary.
That freckled, brown bitch..
..WAS HOT !!!
Was hot !!!
That is to say, all the males went after her. One night four dogs ambushed her. We tried to get the males off her. How? One throws boiling water at the male’s member. Note that the member is red, burning with blood. One strikes the male’s back with a cane as many times as may be necessary. One must strike hard, until the pain in the bones is stronger than lust.
I’ve never had Dulce’s good fortune, or rather that intensity and I don’t know whether these days I love Dulce or I hate her.