Saceronsage

This is about my mother, this is about how she still salts and eats pieces of raw potato while cooking dinner. This is about one of the smartest and unhappiest people that I know. (Where do you think I got it from?) My mother is beautiful. She is forty-five years old and a heavy drinker. I don’t think I’ll look that good at her age, even without the drinking. She’s on her third marriage, second husband. (She married my father twice.) This is about how I still have to force ‘I love you’ out of my throat because she hurt me more than I ever knew people who loved you could. This is about cleaning her blood