There’s a baby tooth on the floor. Yes, a tooth. Where it came from, I don’t know.
But I know teeth. He wanted s*x. He wanted death.
Pennies (1938), a condom wrapper, hairballs, Abby’s hairballs.
My hairballs. My non-sleep, my memories coming to me, Applebaum…
When I was an adolescent, my mother’s vampire boyfriend, Applebaum, teased my neck with his angular teeth, but spared me.
Applebaum fed Mother blood from dogs. Bodies stank up the garage and he made me touch the inside of a throat once. The thing was as slimy as diarrhea. I vomited straight onto my shoes.
He brought my mother downstairs to the living room one day. She was in a daze during those initial days of her transformation to the vampire kind, her eyes dim. They watched TV. “Your mother is going to eat you,” he said.
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