Roland Rogers Isn’t Dead Yet

Roland

ROLAND

A dam puts the cherry in his mouth and Cary Grant is fucking me behind the tree in the cemetery from Arsenic and Old Lace . “You better get used to it!” he’s yelling, but in a hot way, as my hands grip the thick bark for support. There’s a tombstone to the side of the tree but instead of having a person’s name engraved on it, it just reads: HELL YEAH . The world around me may be black-and-white but everything I feel inside is in vivid color. “Mortimer, Mortimer, Mortimer!” I call out, but Cary is too focused to respond. He wants to do this right, and thoroughly, and all I have to do is let it happen.