Remember Me [excerpt]
This is not love, my sweaty lollipop.
Feathers of light drift from the metal spider looming over your cradle, dance in the pudgy folds of your shining skin. Kaleidoscope patterns paint lurid strokes joining the dots between your black eyes and the thin curve between your nose and the tip of your round chin. Winnie the Pooh sings sickly songs over your bedside.
No. This is not love, my deflated dirigible.
My fingertips touch prickled coarse blanket, alternately red and gold under the spinning orbs, as my hands pull threadbare corners closer around your neck. Your bonnet is askew, you clumsy thing. You’ve been wriggling, straining against your cushioned bonds. Your tiny left hand, five puffed caterpillars exploding from a pale baked potato, waves a frozen greeting.
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