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Splinter Factory - Jeffrey McDaniel
ONE
Renovating the Womb
Dear Mom, thanks for giving birth to me and not having an abortion. 2% of my time on Earth has been spent inside your body— more than all my girlfriends combined.
I enjoyed my time in the uterus, reading what the previous fetuses had written on your walls. That's how I learned to spell. That's how I came out speaking.
Driftwood Armada
My first word was Give. My second word was me. I'm from filet mignon out of a can.
I'm 75% Jack Daniels and 1/4 Portuguese table wine. The only thing my Irish grandfather passed down to me
was whiskey dick. I was baptized in moonshine, circumcised with a shark's tooth. I know how it feels
to pull down your pants and wiggle your ass at truck drivers, to rub your face in the bosom
of pain, to tell a story and see a red flag rise in the listener's eyes and keep talking. No,
I never had a problem with parties. It was the party between the parties that did me in: the festival
in the stairwell, the bathroom stall soirees, till my brain was as soggy as a spooge mop
in a porno booth, and my grandmother's heart was a pigeon I stuffed in a plastic bag
and hurled off a cliff. Yes, I came close enough to death's face to smell the formaldehyde
behind her earlobes. But I got sick of feeling like a million dollars’ worth of cocaine being flushed
down a toilet. Sick of staring at the world through the mist of chemistry. Sick of looking
for mother in chemotherapy, busting open my hourglass each night and snorting up the minutes.
Yes, I broke my word so many times, it became a handful of crumbs I sprinkled at my father's ankles
whenever I needed money. I'm fine. Everything is fine. When I quit drinking, the only thing I knew
how to make was a fist. I'm not Irish or Polish or Swordfish. My homeland is compulsion.
My national anthem plays whenever a drunk tumbles down a staircase. My national flower is a carnation
blooming in the scrawny garden of a junkie's arm. My ambassador will be with you in a moment.
He's busy repairing the tombstones I destroyed in the graveyard of broken thrill rides.
The Abandoned Factory of Sense
When I was a kid, my mother had the prettiest face: a smile that could pry open the hearts of construction workers, eyes bright as a Kennedy's future, lips red as a robin feather floating in a bathtub filled with milk, and everybody loved her.
But when we came