Castration Epic (Part 5)

- George, don’t leave me. I have something to tell you, my mother moans. She lies on the bed, naked. Her legs are swollen and almost bulbous, and thick dark hair grows on them. I am frantically looking for my Air Jordans. My fingers are broken and I can’t pull on my shoes. I run downstairs and finally find the bathroom but when I look in the mirror I see my mother’s face. Her smile extends beyond the bounds of her face like the SPIDER KITTY's smile. That is it, I think. I am going to get a knife and murder everyone. I’ve got to remove the faces and the fingerprints of everyone in this house (à la Gorky Park) and then I'll take my grandfather’s car to Mexico. I go into the kitchen and find three Cuban men wearing wife-beaters. They look like they are having a conversation, but they are all just moaning like they are having orgasms. My grandmother and grandfather are watching them, almost cheering them on. – George, what are you looking for? My grandmother asks. – I need a knife, I tell her, bursting into tears. I have lost my hair and my teeth and my fingers are broken and my mother has taken my sex from me. – What you need is a peanut butter square, she says. I collapse by her feet and tell her I love her and the black man because they didn’t castrate me and ask her to please bury my body by the crabapple tree outside. – What you need is a peanut butter square, she says.