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Born 1964, Died 1998

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I loved the sex, but hate her and everything about her, the baby smell, the crying, all the time.  Honey, she’s your problem now.

That’s what Jennifer’s mother said to her husband Rich, as she walked out the door to the pink convertible and the only black man in Idaho, who was wearing a fake pink cheetah fur bathrobe.  They roared down the long dirt driveway, sending bits of rock flying and leaving Rich sobbing in the doorway, his hands burnt from the surprise breakfast he was making her, as Jennifer cried disconsolately from the living room.

That was her first memory.

She was 16 months old.

She always had a good memory; it was her curse.  She remembered exactly the color of the Gatorade-green shag carpet that she stood on when she asked Jeff out in kindergarten.

He said he’d rather date a goat.

She said he was just afraid of commitment, turned, and dashed out the door crying.

Her father was always kind to her.  He gave her everything she wanted for Christmas, although it wasn’t much, because at a very young age she knew they were poor.

It was when they were in the grocery store, and her father didn’t have enough money to pay for the $50.81 that stood on the cash register screen, waiting.

The cashier, a large blond who had too much makeup on, sighed and paid for the rest of the bill.

Sometimes, she felt like she just wanted to die.  She would make hundreds of tearstained last goodbyes in letters, saying people were better off without her, and thanking dad for all the 136 times she had fun with him.  She would make them into paper cranes, and have them fly out the window.

She remembered the first time she went hunting.  She held the deer’s head in her lap as its meaning of life dripped down and soaked through her blue jeans from the cut her father made in its throat.  As her father fumbled through words trying to explain life and death to her, she remembered her mother leaving her, and wondered why.
Written after hearing a section from Brokeback Mountain, the book.

I have a lot of writing mentioning sex......... ummm.... yeah. ^^;


I'm quite proud of this. I read it to several people, and they all asked if I was writing a book, because they'd like to read that too.

*Hopefully to be seen in my school's Literary Magazine.*
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