from The Psychic Memoirs of Zirconza Khan
I will tell you what no one believes, what no one admits. My mother was a fish with a hole for swallowing humans and she ate all day long. It was she who put the fish bowl on the little boy's head like he was a space pirate intent on kidnapping me and even he doesn't believe this story. For that matter, he doesn't remember her at all, except sometimes he remembers that he loves her. Sometimes I wished that I could have been his mother. I still wish it possible. I wished I knew how to feed all the little fishes. I would chop her up and say Your evil is now mine to distribute as I see fit. I slice you with this same chipped ham-love. This bile comes full circle. This was a wish I made true. I left her in pieces, floating atop a very still swamp. Fishes ate and fishes died. Bears ate and bears vomited. The ranger picked up on this and the ranger picked me. What I’m telling is our love story.