Posted in Almost Dorothy, Characters, Family, The Mother, Themes

My Revolting Darling

A note I found on my bed from Mama Dorothy:

Dear Almost Dorothy,

I hate your name but love you more than hedgehoging itself. Each minute away from you is a petunia, each hour a fetid eternity. Without you, life is rotting. I feel like a baby without my fondue, a dog without its Nazi. I can’t get your fat out of my thigh. I can’t stop thinking about the way you toss your electricity around the Chevrolet. This morning, my liver skipped a beat. I could hardly brake my fantasy and thought I would die. What you said yesterday set my religion on fire. Do write again about me. Until then, I love you from the bottom of my colon. I will hunt you always.

Yours Truly,

Mama D.


I'm not real, but I'm a writer.

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