The Child and the Real Mother

a secret story

And unto us, The Child is born.

That’s what he told us to call him. The Child. El Niño. As though he is the warm and negative phase of ENSO. Or the Son of God. But I remember the sex that made him, and it was not immaculate.

“I am The Child,” he said, just after he was born. Opened those enormous tropical cyclone-colored eyes, blinked once and: “I am Th…

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