—THIS LADY’S LOOKING AT ME LIKE I STOLE HER SOUL ON EBAY

 

 

Chipper

 

We went through the chipper in the backyard where Mother butchered chickens wearing a Nazi grin.

First, it was my older brother, the Felon, age 14.

Then Sis, my ventriloquist twin who made garish AWK! AWK! AWK! crow fight sounds during each of our leather belt-beatings.

Last was me, finger in hand, smiling like the witch as I left home or Hell, blades already staring on my toes.