Mother Is A Smart Woman

Mother Is A Smart Woman 539 Words

         Mother is a very smart woman. She said my mind was just a bunch of little drawers and only one of them could be open at a time. The school counselor said that I 'compartmentalize'. When I eat, all I think about is eating. When I sleep, all I do is sleep. When I was a kid, I would only play with one toy at a time. For hours every day, Mother would slowly rock in her chair and watch me. When I was tired of one toy, I would go back to my room, put it in its place, and carefully remove another toy. I always moved quickly though, because if I were gone too long, Mother would come find me, hug and kiss me as if I had been away for months, and lead me back into the living room.

         Mother cooked big meals for me, but I always wanted to eat my dessert first. Mother would say, “Silly boy, if I let you do that, there’d be no joy in eatin' the rest.” Mother is a very smart woman.

         When I met Amy in high school, I couldn’t sleep or eat, ‘cause all I could do was think about her parts. Mother said that I was too good for Amy, but I think Amy was just playing hard to get. Mother said she had a whore look about her. Mother is a very smart woman, ‘cause I saw Amy on date with a man that wasn’t me. That made me hurt real bad in places I didn’t know could hurt. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was think about Amy’s parts.

         A few months later, a man with a gun brought me a piece of yellow paper that says I couldn’t be within 300 feet of Amy. For a year, all I did was look for Amy, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. Mother is a very smart woman, ‘cause she found Amy on the computer. Amy had moved up north and lived in an apartment building with carpet, and white walls, and a cat, and a color television set, and a laptop computer. Mother hugged and kissed me before she left to go visit Amy.

         Some people think parts are gross, but when they smell like Amy and a hint of Mother, they can make a man feel good in places that are used to aching.

         The edges of the first few parts Mother sent me were jagged and torn. I told Mother on the telephone that she best get a sharper knife and a better saw, but Mother said that what she needed was more rope ‘cause when she did her cutting, Amy would shake and squirm and thrash around like a fish flopping on a dock. Mother must have gotten more rope ‘cause Amy’s left ear came today and it had crisp, clean edges and smelled just like Amy and hint of Mother.

         I told Mother that I wanted her to send me my very favorite Amy part first, but Mother said, “Silly boy, if I sent you that, that’s all you’d wanta play with and there’d be no joy in receiving the rest.” Mother is a very smart woman.