The Wise and Furious Elfmama and Me
Who will be at heaven? Elf Mama asked me.
She had a gap between her teeth and a one-trick pony
boob-chest which didn't seem to divide anywhere actually.
I put my head on it.
It was soft,
and it loved me.
Who will be in heaven?
The dogs, I thought. Only the dogs.
No one else loves like that.
You do, Elf Mama said.
I stuck out my tongue and woke up.
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