Do Not Look into the Mother's Head
Blake Butler

The son blows on the organ. The keys tremor, stand upright. Beneath the keys the son finds another set. The son begins to play. Each note causes a crack across the son's face. The son's face becomes a puzzle. Here now, have a peek into his cheek. See the room wedged in his forehead. In the room the son's mother appears sewing. The mother knows exactly where she is. The mother's head is also cracking. The mother hums along. In the room around the son the walls begin to cream and shudder. The walls sink into the floor. Outside the house the ground is skin and ash. The son feels something in his finger. The son bites his finger, sucks the foam. With his free hand, the son continues playing. A man comes to the door.

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