This Wicked Tale is a piece about motherhood: the sacrifice and the slicing that happens. Now, more than ever we should ask ourselves this title’s question.
Is My Body Mine?
I just sold my pinky toes. A small price to pay to prepare a birthday feast for my turbo twins. Those boys were made in the back seat of their daddy’s Camaro, and they sure grew up fast. Got me wondering, though, if I raise ’em right, will any of my body still be mine?
So easy to sell parts on the market today, especially if you take good care of yourself. Moisturize and exercise, and all that shit. My cousin knew a guy who knew some rich investor with a toe fetish, so all I had to do was snap a couple of 3-D photos and flash them out.
I wiggle both pinkies. Investors have enough money to buy their parts in advance. Add them to a digital collection and harvest ’em on a whim. I wonder if they spin the projected images like a toe-roulette, and with just a buzz, the toes are harvested that same day.
I check my realstate dash; it projects on my wrist the amount of me that is still privately owned. In case of injury or death, the authorities check the dash to know which parts need to be delivered for payment…..
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Artwork: Seth Alverson “Landscape with a Useless Hand.”