Existence Womb (5)

   
   "Existence Womb (5)"
    
   Miriam throttled back the 50cc engine, pushing it to the weak redline; nevertheless, as if motored by the sublimity of benevolent angels--she was mercurial in her reach of homewards.  
   Bursting through the door, her shock of a raven-black mane, save the patch missing behind her right ear, floating as she moved with much quicksilverish muster till Mom on the couch, the matriarch suffering from an unknown neurological condition, though able to get through days on her own--they had tried a caretaker, but caretakers were more like sitters, lazy crackheads usually, finding this type of employment not due to altruistic means, but because laziness propelled them to such a devilish and dandy way to thieve money from the weak and weary.
   Anyway, Miriam blurted out, not using caution with her mother's fragile neurology:  "Mom, am I Jewish?"
   Her mother blurted out in hysterical laughter, mumbling something about a biological father never to have been engaged in matrimony with as her VERY gentile family saw the greed in members of the tribe.  Regardless, there was no denial; next, an admission:  "Your Dad was a handsome Jew--so what?  Screw your dead grandparents and their hatred for my one true love, being a single, sloppy lady my entire life, your father taking his own life, laid to rest beyond your knowledge, you having no religion--the great science of your grandparents' day--now obsolete.  Those atheistic or pantheistic pricks with their outdated science professions.  And how can you be a pantheist and not believe in animism?  I never understood them.  Yet they provided well financially, for this earth, but soon my condition will overtake me--you left scrambling to survive on your teenage wits because all the money squandered on medical bills for this silly old bird.  Do you like bluebirds?  Big ones are real nasty.  Blue Jays living off of the eggs of life--cannibals really.  I like the Grackle, a black-bird with a hint of blue--so divine.  Honey, go upstairs and find me my Aqua Aura Quartz crystal--I can feel them in my head, and I need to block the psychic attacks."
   Miriam, like always, with "WTF" on her young mind--not getting Mom, ever, her history, the curse put on her by a vaginal hungry ex-boyfriend and reptilian physician father; hence, Miriam, as always, deaf and dumb--yet the Levites and their purity were in her.  Washing, bathing, cleaning menstruation and the succubus spill of nocturnal emissions.  Like the young Tobias on his travels, washing, burying the dead, and BANG--Saint Raphael the Arch-Angel undercover like Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street before the bad comedy movies made it all stupid, emasculating the history of a classic as was Barney Miller and Sanford & Son.