Russell Edson (Video)

  • I will be reading
  • Ape by Russell Edson.
  • You haven't finished your ape, said
  • mother to father,
  • who had monkey hair
  • and blood on his whiskers.
  • I've had enough monkey, cried father.
  • You didn't eat the hands,
  • and I went to all the trouble
  • to make onion rings
  • for its fingers, said mother.
  • I'll just nibble on its forehead,
  • and then I've had enough, said father.
  • I stuffed its nose with garlic,
  • just like you like it, said mother.
  • Why don't you have the butcher
  • cut these apes up?
  • You lay the whole thing
  • on the table every night;
  • the same fractured skull,
  • the same singed fur;
  • like someone who died horribly.
  • These aren't dinners,
  • these are post-mortem dissections.
  • Try a piece of its gum,
  • I've stuffed its mouth with bread,
  • said mother.
  • Ugh, it looks like a mouthful of vomit.
  • How can I bite into its cheek
  • with bread spilling out of its mouth?
  • cried father.
  • Break one of the ears off,
  • they're so crispy, said mother.
  • I wish to hell you'd put underpants on
  • these apes; even a jockstrap,
  • screamed father.
  • Father, how dare you insinuate
  • that I see the ape
  • as anything more
  • than simple meat, said mother.
  • Well, what's with this ribbon
  • tied in a bow on its privates?
  • screamed father.
  • Are you saying that I am in love
  • with this vicious creature?
  • That I would submit
  • my female opening to this brute?
  • That after we had love
  • on the kitchen floor
  • I would put him in the oven,
  • after breaking his head
  • with a frying pan;
  • then serve him to my husband,
  • that my husband might eat the evidence
  • of my infidelity?
  • I'm just saying that I'm damn sick of ape
  • every night, cried father.