A Father Turns into a Unicorn Turns into a Father

The mole on his forehead began as a hill and built as a mountain. We flicked the peak and stroked the base. We declared the mole a horn, him a unicorn. We didn’t know human flesh could pile. He went back to China for the mole removal. Procedures were cheaper across the ocean. He morphed his horn into a black freckle. He was again a human father, but we loved him all the same.


I was always hungry, she would tell me later. From the very beginning.


Besides, it was possible they’d revive.