Matthew Dexter — The Monarch Review

My Mom: The M.I.L.F. – Matthew Dexter

Wednesday, June 25, 2014 14:07 — 0 Comments

During the first wave of thunderstorms Mom promised we could touch her boobs–if we wanted–but first we had to prove our maturity by snorting a pyramid of fire ants during lightning strikes. She licked the coconut Popsicle and nestled the frosty rectangle into the slats between the rotting wood of our porch. It was white and icy crystals glistened in the dusk. The tips of our noses were sunburned with darkened freckles. Fireflies searched for places to hide. Termites scurried as Mom shut the screen door to quarantine the mosquitoes.