One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.


It Was On Fire When I Lay Down On It (ed. Ivy Books, 2010) - ISBN: 9780307755018


One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare...

One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare...

One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare...

One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare...