Grandma’s Blanket
It’s red and beige and Grandma gave
it to me when I was seven, just before
she died. It’s been stolen a couple
times by family but I tracked it down.
My heavy Indian blanket used to cover me completely as a little girl. I would
pretend I was invisible to my pervy
family when I hid under it.
They always claimed that Grandma
made it, but I found traces of the tag
she removed. Still…it came from her.
I keep it on my bed for when I’m scared.
I had my first consensual sex on that
blanket and used to keep it in my car
back when I drove for fucking on at
the beach. It smells like pussy!







