There was a sharp burning sensation, and blood in the bowl. “I didn’t want to leave too much of a mark, because of your boyfriend.”īack home, it hurt a lot when I peed. “I used something wide,” he told me later. I didn’t even see the strap, it must have been wide, as wide as a belt, maybe it was a big belt with a buckle, because of the two distinct scars I had, like razor cuts, one to the left of my navel and the other on my right breast. It was on the floor, on the not very clean carpet, along with flesh-colored dildos and colored plastic clothespins and other things I preferred not to examine too closely. A short glove, the kind maids used to wear. I saw it afterwards, when the two hours were up and I was looking on the floor for my clothes. The man had a white glove too, a white latex glove. That’s how motherhood should be–a story of maids and young masters, happy in the knowledge that you don’t belong to each other, and that the kisses and the blows won’t be a burden, happy that you owe your life to an anonymous hand in a white glove, and you don’t have to spend your whole life blessing it or biting it. But they carried me the way a mother cat carries her young, instinctively, and just as a kitten forgets its mother, so I forgot them. Their mother–I call her Douce–is black and white, like my childhood maid, with her black dress, white apron, and white gloves, all childhood maids are black and white, there’s nothing else to distinguish them, you can’t tell from their faces how old they are, or what they have under their skirts, or what their feet or arms look like. Then their mother tore it, and out they slid, wet and blind. When the kittens came out, they were huddled together in a sticky pouch. I wanted her to rip the sheet off the bed, roll it into a ball, and throw it into the washing machine with the others, all smelling of sperm and sweat–the rooms were all taken that afternoon, we were the last to arrive–and then boil the sheets slowly and throw them into a scorching hot dryer, until they were light and soft again, just things to sleep on.
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