Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. " How did all of this start? I didn't know Kyle or Zack were into this or mom or dad for that matter." Well you know that mom had a talk about sex with me about a year ago? Just an update on if I was having sex and if I was using protection" "Yeah. sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation." Thats ok s*s, but what you didn't know was that while we were talking I let it slip that I thought dad was sexy. So mom told to wait there and she went and got dad and the three of us had sex. And it was. “Try me,” she offered.I could only shake my head side to side in minor defeat.She reached out once more and lightly set her hand to my leg, a relatively fair distance away from the source of concern (which was on the other side from her), though I swear it wasn’t unintentional this time. Very much aware. “This is good. We’re having a true conversation again. You’re a man now. Tell me what’s on your mind.”Then she brought her hand back to herself and smiled. You know, that way only a mother can. It’s good to see she had good friends to look after her is all, we worry about her especially in light of her recent struggles with men.’ Jeremy nodded at this and replied, a little embarrassed, ‘Sorry, I just don’t like people thinking too little of her is all, she does enough of that already. That jackass Joe is to blame I suppose.’ ‘Right, definitely. Of course word is she had another guy recently that did a number on her too, she never said anything to any of us, but my wife figures it was.Read More
