Pink Jollyranchers

When I was little, after Daddy had run away with the circus and had
become a color himself(Mamma said he was pink), Mamma became real into
this "people with obsessional neuroses" program, called Noigiler. It
was scary. Nothing pink because Mamma said mites would eat me. Mamma
started going crazy over some place we were going to when we slept for
a real long time, too.

Mamma started hanging out with a real strange crowd, too. All these
people wearing clothes, neon-orange or green, would come at night, and
sit downstairs in front of the fireplace with Mamma, and they'd drink
this tea, and then talk about how there was funny colors on the wall,
and they'd all laugh together. I'd watch from the upstairs banister in
my pretty purple nightgown (Mamma had burned my pink one), and Mamma
would scare me more and more everyday. One night, she saw me, caught
me, and then she stuck some funny tasting paper in my mouth and told
me, "If you swallow it, or spit it out, there'll be a spanking for
ya."

::pretty colors no pink::

And goodnight light and red balloon. Goodnight bears. Goodnight
chairs. Goodnight stars. Goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere.
And William S. Burroughs came in, all neon-orange, with Mamma on his
arm, and tucked me into bed, and told me to always be a good girl,
because the "other place" wouldn't accept me if I wasn't (He was part
of Noigiler too), and it was so nice that Mamma loved me again, so
nice.

Paper in my mouth, every night, while Mamma, and nice Mr. Burroughs,
and all of their other friends talked about the "other place", and how
colors were taking them closer. Where'd Daddy really go? Do mites eat
pink jolly ranchers?

Mr. Burroughs was real nice to me. Even after Mamma went on to that
"other place". How did she go there? Did red spots on the wall fly her
up there? Nice, Nice Mr. Burroughs took me home with him, real nice to
me for a while, but then, real mean. He locked me in ::goodnight sun::
a room, and only gave me mush for meals. No colors anymore, but he'd
say, "Be a good girl. Be a good girl. No 'other place', if you're not.
Be a good girl. Good G-I-R-L." Strange when Mr. Burroughs tell me my
hair would be prettier with pins sticking out of it, or toaster was
really dog, or that "other place" was my washing machine. What'll I
wear tomorrow? Pink?

::Crazy. Absolutely Crazy::

And then all I could see was this funny little man in front of me,
telling me to bite my arm. Mamma taught me to obey, because Daddy ran
away. I didn't wake up after that.