First the white haired girl pissed on plastic, then I humped her in every room of mother's house. We broke crystal together, tore apart old photographs, burned logs in the fireplace until we'd blackened all the walls. I found Munchkin. All bones and rotted fur, toothless, blind, but somehow still alive, he lifted his head and tried biting me. As the albino made herself a ham sandwich, I carried mother's dog into the backyard and buried him.
Black children play nosily in the front yard.
No, I'm not Christ, just a small boy alone in the water. I see her face. She is a child like me. We float together in the Hog River. She shows me who she was.