Woulda Been His 75th

My dad left behind some amazing sounds that still reverberate with those of us who loved him. Like his laugh – you could see his wisdom teeth when he really got going. That and his nose hairs. That was it. His nostrils flared and his mouth gaped and the rest of his face was swallowed

Rebirth is a goopy process

“Remember how, like, twenty years ago, it was a thing in therapy to re-enact your birth? And some people died wrapped up in carpets trying to recreate the heat and compression of trans-vaginal travel?” I cock an eyebrow at my imaginary raccoon, whose top half has disappeared into my compost bucket. Her butt wiggles as