Gravity Changes by Zach Powers

Author:Zach Powers
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 9781942683384
Publisher: BOA Editions Ltd.
Published: 2017-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

ONE HAS HUGS THE OTHER PUNCHES

My grandmother told me that when it rains and the sun is shining at the same time the Devil is beating his wife. What kind of woman marries the Devil, I asked her, but she wouldn’t answer, smiling, eyes unfocused, into the distance of memory. She said:

The sound of rain on the stone roof and the creeping slice of light cast down on the floor. Tears, or was it blood bright against my cheek? The only sound a gasp that slipped from his lips as it happened. Like it surprised him. The ache in his knuckles. He never knew how to throw a punch, left his grip loose, and the pain just made him angrier. And he was an angry man to begin with. Red skin? Hardly. He was just always so mad. His blood welled up to the surface, all over. He’d kick at the stone walls and torture whatever happened to be around him.

Have I ever told you about his hair? Jet black. He was already an old man when I met him, but not a speck of gray. He spent a full hour every morning in front of the mirror, slicking his hair back so the widow’s peak cut a perfect V down his scalp. If anything, his scalp was even redder than the rest of him. Heat rises, after all. I tried and I tried to get him to shave off that stupid little mustache, but he loved it. Waxed it every morning, sometimes traced the edges with eyeliner. The vanity! He never wore clothes. I can’t blame him for that. That’s the reason I got with him in the first place. It’s like the body fat had all melted away in the heat of his anger. His muscles were ropy in action, round and smooth at rest. And, I know you don’t want to hear this from your grandmother, but his member was magnificent. Of course it was large. The largest I’ve ever seen. But it was also the shape. When erect it shot straight out from his body and the artery on top would pulse with his heartbeat. And to touch it! It was steaming. When he removed it from . . . well, you know, the moisture would evaporate. You could watch it. A puff of steam. A little cloud made from our fluids. I called them our babies. Cloud babies. I’d watch them rise away and dissipate before long, but I always hoped that they kept rising, invisible, all the way up to . . . I wanted my babies to live somewhere more pleasant than Hell. Though let me tell you, for sure, that man shot blanks. With my second husband I had seven kids, your father included, and three miscarriages beyond that, and I never got down to it with your Grandpa, rest his soul, nearly as often as with that old Devil.

Obviously, the Devil loved pain, and what is sex if not the mutual

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