“she braided my sister's hair with hands that smelled deeproots buried in the earthshe told me the old storieshow time never matteredwhen she diedthey gave me her clock”
“She places her hands around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I can smell the sex on her, and my hope is that she can smell the love on me.”
“She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.”
“The satyr gave me a sympathetic glance. She was shorter than me by a foot, with large hazel eyes that matched her curly hair. I tried to keep my eyes away from her furry lower half, but it was difficult, especially when she smelled faintly like a petting zoo.”
“With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight. ”
“I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.”