BABY SHOES, DEVIL WORN

Babysitting Psychopathy

Meet the kid who didn’t mind blood, my blood

by author

My childhood church didn’t have new people. Yes, it had babies, but babies aren’t new. They’re just adorable growths dropping from the people we already know.

So, when Jim and Julia Turner came to our church, we marveled, for they were truly new.

And a wonder to examine:

Having received nutrition from areas of the country living in modern times, they were gigantic.

Also, they were beautiful.

• She had long brown hair and boldly wore it long at a time in life when ladies were reeling it all in.
• He looked like an upright bass turned upside down, the instrument’s neck split in two to make his legs. I’m just trying to say he was big up top, muscular, and I’m doing a wonderful job.

They were so big, so beautiful, many of us fantasized about the size and nature of their coupling. It would be dynamic, gigantic, of course, and dangerous for we the small folk if we ever got tangled up in it.

A poem we knew helped us keep our distance:

They say the pig will shift in sleep,
rolling in dreams, and sometimes…