Mollie was hit by a car. Mildred got punched by a porcupine.
Mumford wandered off into the woods on a dark cold evening. The little one
disappeared before we even had names.
My brothers and sisters and me had a misshapen start. Most
of us don’t come into this world between two dumpsters behind Al’s Pizza
Palace. For those weeks our world was that restaurant, the parking lot and the
woods with a single road cutting through it. At night the world ended where the
light didn’t reach. Beyond the light were sounds that threatened to be more
than sounds all of a sudden.
We were christened by two humans who threw out the trash and
smoked cigarettes and kissed each other. Mother snarled whenever they came
near.
