When he was bored, my older brother used to rape me. No, I'm kidding. But if that was true you would think I was fucked up. I am fucked up. I have never patched a hole in my jeans or jacket. I just keep wearing them that way and pretend I don't know the hole is there. If anyone points it out I act embarrassed and say, "Oh, I didn't know that was there." I have a stuffed mouse whose ears have been reattached eight times. I know it is eight times exactly because each time I thought my mother was hurting him, pulling the needle through his head and then the bottom part of his ear. I would lay on my bedroom floor for hours afterwards telling him that I loved him and that his surgery was for the greater good.

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Added to The Corduroy Mtn. on February the Twenty Fourth in the year Two Thousand and Nine.