fiction to post 62617; My brother Olive
you’re not leaving my brother alone
with adolfo in his truest version;
if adolfo nows to be true;
when he’s one years old
I don’t care if he’s partially “divine”
I mean get with it.
cited: as witnessing parts of cited: Olive Kitteridge
he needs his cited: sharpie to draw and Mark;
and not to cover stench of Adolpho.
Later; she felt me up unexpectedly
as a he;
and of course he missed thanks to Olive;
and hit the enamel of my 2nd charity backpack;
and you might wonder what the feel up ; would have aimed for;
the thing that he coveted for himself: my breasts;
like eating chickens; and curls in the air;
and season of oregano as opposed to the seasoning of oregano;
and even later she disguised without the ploy or skill of disguise or both;
transgenderism and cross-dressing isn’t exactly a basic qualite to master;
just because they are good or skilled wit it; doesn’t mean you are; it might mean; mean you r.
climbed on that curve; of rouge he can’t climb; and so he instead forced someone to climb on that curve; and stuck is face in that dab aura;
and hollered at me, and then us; without hollering;
or the ability to holler;
though of course I hadn’t recognized him; and this wasn’t disguise.
What was it;
a flight down the stairs.
with a snubbed pucker joint of skin and an avail of wings and the gawk of fear ;
oh that’s who he is.
Alice absolute cannot stay alone with Adolpho at the age of 1;
in 15 or 11 in a neighborhood of crime and barely stifling support;
but not alone at one;
in the godforsaken bush;
ti’s better to bush it then.